A Terror That Follows
Close behind;
Something there
is gone
when I turn.
Still, it is there,
can feel its eyes
picking carefully
at my clothing.
Each step I take,
it does too.
Each time I stop,
the silence is frightening.
Afraid to run,
somehow,
I know it's faster,
so I walk on.
Then,
a sound I hadn't heard before
crawls up my spine,
breathing, louder than mine.
My heart is pounding now,
mind whirling in panic.
What did it want?
Does it know me?
Then, a hand on my shoulder,
I freeze in horror.
A familiar voice laughing,
says, honey,
you forgot your jacket.
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