each time I took a step
the moon dipped in the distance
as if trying to escape the world
Night fell hard upon me
as it grew largely quietmy dress became the
sound of the street-
With each soft step
the moon slipped away,
people closed windows
to silence the world
I happened upon a small child
wearing ragged knickers
and a worn smile
I reached into my sequin
purse for any money I had
a grey-eyed figure
emerged, toppled over
the child in his effort
to snatch my clutch
the scuffle that ensued
exceeded the sound of my dress
the man whimpered as he
tore at my dress in hopes
I would flee
My hoop fought free
and I used it catch him
It was the first time I killed a man
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