The Stalker

A quick, creepy poem about a woman chased through the rainy night by a mysterious man.

The stalker walks faster as I

skirt down alleyways, my heart rate up.

Sideways, down and up I go

as his shadows move slowly

against the windowpanes of the

nearest shops, enclosing them

in total dark.

I swiftly glimpse behind at

an empty narrow path soaked in rain;

where is he? Panic settles in the

deepest pores of my skin. Frantically

I try doors - the barber's, beautician's,

and pharmacy. But no, it's too late.

I am alone.

In the town's center I sit, curled,

eyeing every corner of every street.

He's nowhere, gone in a flash.

Until the blade dances next to me - 

I must have fallen asleep.

The ghostly reflection in the puddles

befits my demise.

Lips outline a scream unheard, cheeks white as chalk,

I am just like him with my slashed eyes.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

interesting read of a write here...and the imagery well thought out...as you weave this fast pace scene to the reader and the ultimate ending...