Clothes

I was walking right past that street

And I saw a girl cowering herself in fear of clothes

She ran to the alley

She ran towards the rain

She tried ripping them, but they were there,

They were meant to be

She noticed few eyes

She noticed the hands

The hands gripping her chest

As she tried to cover it again

Our eyes met, they seemed sullen

My fear grew, I ran

I saw the shadows, I saw them again

I hesitated and I stopped

I looked up, and there, she was Gone…