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He Is Watching Me

The air thickens, it smells different Beads of sweat form on an anxious brow He's watching me He's watching me Oh God what do I do now Tip toeing through every room Like a silent little carpet mouse Overcome with sudden grief for me This is the 3rd time this week Silently begging that he is not in the house He's watching me He's watching me The odor of his must is pasted in my mouth As the tear drops start to fall she cries Hugging her knees in the corner of the night Her stalker in her head toying with her mind He's watching me He's watching me Safety felt nowhere, for me he will always find The grocery store in the aisle next to me Again at the checkout line Using the crosswalk on my street Staring as he crosses in front of me, our eyes meet He's watching me He's watching me Paranoia is the real thing A door creeks, it's opening I scream I scream Everything turns black suddenly Next I wake up in the basement A little note attached to me Safety pinned to my left breast And it reads: I'm watching you I'm watching you You are mine to see for eternity You see I will never leave Crying softly crying as she reads Last words understood perfectly He knows my entire family And they will pay for my disobedience He's watching me He's watching me He will always be watching me... 12/13/17 Written for contest: "Stalker" Hosted by: Silent One Won 1st Place in Contest Results

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