Nirbhaya?

Walk. Walk.
Stare.
Clothes. Long.
Stare.
Clothes. Short.
Stare.
Friend. Boy.
Stare.
Friend. Girl.
Stare.
Short? Wrong.
Stare.
Tall? Wrong.
Stare.
Alone. Scared.
Stare.
Alleyway. Drag.
Stare.
Clothes. Tear.
Stare.
         Stare.
                  Stare.
                          Stare.

Cry. Help. Scream.


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  1. Kanishk Kakar24 August 2017 at 13:09

    I really like how you've communicated the creepily persistent nature of an eve-teaser by repetition of the word 'stare'. While it's more of a spacing and alignment issue for me rather than a poetically substantive one, can you explain why exactly you've used two words in between 'stare' everywhere expect tall and short? It feels like it breaks from the flow of the poem.

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    1. P24 August 2017 at 14:34

      I liked the way it sounded. But I'll keep your feedback in mind and try to make an edit.

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  2. Unknown24 August 2017 at 19:44

    This is brilliant.
    I really like how the use of period along with carefully chosen words, project the whole idea, rather than doing the same with a sentence.

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    1. P24 August 2017 at 20:03

      Thank you.
      Any edits that you might suggest?

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