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