The Knife

Jagged knife.

Baggy hoodie. 

Night sky.

Near empty car.

Filthy smell. 

Hooded man.

Innocent teen, iPhone in hand.

Messenger bag. 

Home-bound from work, pay day. 

Slash, Slash, knife through flesh. 

Bloodied tip. 

Teen left in tears.

Valuables gone.

Hooded man gone. 

No witness. 

Traumatized.

Scars remain.

Culprit moves on, yet teen lives in fear.

Like every New Yorker.

Children, Teens, Adults, Elderly.

Everyone is a victim, everyone is a suspect. 

Innocent lives, all living in fear.

Fear of the knife to their flesh, any moment.

Inhumane. 

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