The knife

Wobbling on her feet she reached the door

She did not think this could have happened to her

She had trusted him

But his friends were monsters and he was their team leader

How dare they touch her like public property ?

The knife in her hand..dripping with blood

Was proof that she would never ever lose her dignity.

In response to Weekend writing prompt #340- wobble

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