Late For Work
Late for work
Picture by Alan L Boles
Another foggy damp...cold day,
It would be like this...wouldn't it,
When I'm late for work,
Washed my hair this morning as well,
Had to put tons of hair spray on,
To keep it in place,
Thicken my mascara up,
It's probly running down my face by now,
I'm going to look a proper mess when I get to work,
Feel like I've been
Through an hedge backwards,
It's not funny...
Plus...sweating with rushing,
Don't really like walking...
Through lonely parks on my own,
But was rushing this morning...
What else could I do,
Didn't think...at the time,
But now I'm here...and looking around,
It's...a bit scary...so I'll up my pace,
There's no other people about...
I'm the only daft one...out here!
The trees are a bit creaky
An owl...hooting,
Making me jump,
Oh god let me walk a bit faster,
I'm getting scared,
I can hear foot steps...behind,
No...don't be silly it's just your imagination,
But walk quicker any way,
Heart...pounding...
What am I going to do,
If theirs someone following me,
How could I protect my self,
Still...a long way to go,
Hit them with my umbrella...thought!
I don't have anything else,
Sounds like a twig breaking
There is someone....out there,
Quicker....quicker
Dam...these high heels,
Almost...running now,
Why did I come through the park.
Did she...get to work......
What...do you think.....
Wendy Jae
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