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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 © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 5/17/2015 1:08:00 AM
I was thrown off by the bathroom line yet I did enjoy reading this poem -JT
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Jaycee Cervenka
Date: 5/17/2015 9:08:00 PM
It was written with a poetic turn..kind of a gotcha that makes the reader think they know exactly what direction the poem is going and changes in its ending.
Date: 3/13/2015 11:29:00 PM
I was worried you caught me!!!! :) Great poem!
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Jaycee Cervenka
Date: 3/21/2015 12:03:00 PM
Hmmmm maybe I
Date: 3/13/2015 7:24:00 PM
ha ha ha oh i can relate to this one Janet - love the twist at the end of the poem:-) - a 7 from me:-) Hugs jan xx
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Jaycee Cervenka
Date: 3/13/2015 7:31:00 PM
My hubby is ever so impatient if i get there first to get ready, and then, there's the mornings that he gets up late and decides to take one of his unheard of long showers... Oh the joys of sharing the bathroom with the opposite sex. Women just push each other over and share the mirror. LOL