My Stalker
Eyes, burning into me;
Leaving shivers as they strike
Then look away.
Anger, hanging around me;
Chokingly thick in the air
Like a steamy summer smog.
Movement, quickening near me;
Stalking my ever motion-
A puma awaiting its prey.
Sound, slamming through me;
Warning that the time
Is now at hand.
Okay, Dear, I'm done now.
You may have the bathroom.
Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015
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