Stalker
The rock in my stomach grows heavy
when the phone rings.
I am afraid of the email icon.
The streets have become
enemy territory.
He has invaded
even my dreams.
I try to call
my friends
but whatever number I dial,
it is his voice
at the other end.
I walk between
tall walls;
his shadow
blocks
the way out.
11/10/2017
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Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
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