Blood Was Shed At 6 PM
She (sister, mother, friend) walked confidentially home; She used the same road she had known for years. Cranberry it was; plastered on a somehow rusty half-fallen metal post. A few teases from the boys who lodged on the drains as usual. It was the norm. But, this time it was different. She would usually plug-in her earphones to block the predator's remarks. But this time it was different, a dark cloud hovered on her back. A sharp pain suddenly encroached the back of her head With a hurricane-like force, it brought her to her knees. Her guard was gone, she lied there helplessly in pain As the predator forcefully took what it hadn't sowed. Once again the vultures won. Bloodshed at 6 pm, as her soul left her body. She used the familiar road she knew She wore clothes below her knees Covered her boobs And didn't accentuate her God-given endowed body But still, bloodshed at 6 pm. Maybe it's not what she wore, What time it was,