A Female Experience

She feels eyes on her, Roaming around her body, Lingering where they shouldn’t, Watching her, objectifying her.

They see her as prey, themselves the wolves, Hunted wherever she goes. Her skin crawls when she hears the howls, Those oh-so-awful howls.

They surround her like cancer, Waiting for an answer, Put on the spotlight, Like a caged dancer

Nice guys finish last, they say.

And good boys go to heaven. And bad boys bring heaven to you. All she got was hell.

She was done. A bag in hand. Taking her life back.

The howls faded in the distance.