She finds herself alone
On a dark and empty street
And moments after
She is ravished like a meat
Oh wait, this is merely a dream
Or so it seems
She finds herself in a crowd
Lost in the suffocation
But soon she feels a touch
And it gets too much
Oh wait, this is merely a dream
Or so it seems
She finds herself just being
Observing her bare skin
Slowly the hair pricks
Remembering the friendly kin
Oh wait, this is merely a dream
Or so it seems
She hears their loud talking
But it's her tiny skirt
They say it won't hurt
But she is too frozen to flirt
Oh wait, this is merely a dream
Or so it seems
Now, she is never alone on an empty street
Staying away from the crowd
Never too deeply observing her bare skin
And always pulling down her skirt
Now she believes it is all a dream
Or so it seems
Sasha is often procrastinating and pessimistic about her surroundings. She is a dog fanatic and occasionally doodles, and expresses her rage through poetry. Her interest lies in the social and public policy sector. She hopes to create a difference somewhere, somehow. Read her work on The ArmChair Journal and The Fiction Project.