Since my birthday, last year
there’s been someone stalking me
in the shadows.
I can’t see her face or what she’s wearing.
She’s sort of a shadow.
And she blends in to all the dark places.
I can hear her footsteps when I’m walking,
always close, never far.
She whispers to me.
“Watch out,” she says. “Be careful.”
“Remember what happened last time?”
As she flashes pictures and movie clips before my eyes.
Not a lot.
to keep me scared…