I Was Being Watched
The hair was standing at attention on my neck again.
I was being watched. No doubts this time.
Validation comes on my spine and neck first.
I looked beyond the bushes, wondering if it was an animal.
Someone said my name. I waved automatically.
But no one was here. I was alone in the swirl of twilight.
Only a block to walk between the library and my dorm room.
The air turned cold, and I felt a quick urge of panic.
Was someone following me? My shoes clicked down the walk.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. I was going faster now.
I turned the corner and there she was. My doppelganger.
Standing with my friends, howling at something.
My legs stopped walking. I shook my head. This made no sense.
You didn’t make it! A voice said. I turned to see my grandmother.
When the chandelier fell on you at the library.
Was there time to warn my roommate?
I ran over to her and tried, but she did not look at me.
What is wrong with her? I asked my grandmother.
She gave me a hard lined mouth look and faded away.
The next ones to come were not as kind.
I was torn from my friends screaming.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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