Pin prick needles dancing on my spine

Groping fingers brush my mind

Inky movement cause a mental bind

Clamy palms slip on rails

In my panic I chipped my nail

As I’m drenched with fear pail by pail

Fight or flight within the night

Nature’s radar hairs upright

A lamb within the lions' sight

Predator and prey

Begins at the end of day

Panic gripped and filled with dismay

My life segmented to twelve hour sections

Makeup done up to perfection

I will not fear of rejection

Will it attract too much desire

Landing in predatory mire

Victim to the charming liar

Does my shirt cling too tight

I mean it does feel right

Bring my best features blaring to light

Should I tone it down

So my sexuality is not a blaring sound

It makes me feel good when my looks astound

Will it be one drink too many

Or succumb to an unseen rufie

Did I cover my basis in circumstances unruly

The thoughts of a lady braving twilight

None of this is remotely right

A woman should not fear for the night.