Trials For Assholes

[Lindsey Lacey]

I was walking from the parking area to the apartment door one night.
In heels and a dress.
I had looked all around and was being aware.
Halfway there, I heard something behind me.
Turned as he was on me.
Going for what was going to be a chokehold.
Shot as I fell back.
My hand had been tucked and stable across my midsection.
My gun had been in my hand since before I exited my vehicle.
Where it belongs.