Midnight Blues
Midnight Blues
Wandering eyes
Yet fixated on mine
Smiles his devilish smile
At the corner of his mouth
Shaken
I look down
Foe of the night
Quick on his feet
Tall ,slender physique
Large marble eyes
Poking out its sockets
Glued to my every move
Frozen, stuck to the train pole
Offering it warmth
I’m red and khaki
Purple and mustard yellow clothed
Heart pacing with fright
I’ve been here before
With this troubled fellow
Striking his luck
Past midnight on a Sunday morning
Races to the top of the stairs
Standing outside the station
Waiting
Waiting
For his prey
So he thinks
Someone’s making me uncomfortable
I say to another in uniform
Someone’s making you uncomfortable?
He asked
I live close by
Could you walk me to my door?
We walk together and don’t look back
Accompanied by his female companion
Also walking her to her house
Late in the night
I arrive
I pray for an escape
There won’t be a third encounter
Not at the cost of my life
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
01/26/20
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