Walking across campus late at night

street lights flicker
like a scene from a horror film
you keep your posture rigid
and your feet moving fast
each sound makes you wary
of a constant, invisible danger
though invisible it may be
it is no less prominent –
it might not be all men
but it could be any

you’re always on red alert
never slowing down
keys clutched in one hand
your phone in the other
a pointer finger
hovering over speed-dial
a person walks past you and smiles
the voice in your head wonders
how long would it take to run
the last two hundred metres home

Raelee Lancaster


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