Every sound- too loud.
So tired,
wired.
Where is he?
My own footfalls mock me,
rebound off walls-
shock me
into standing stock still.
Silence.
Breathe again.
Catch a whiff of cigarette smoke.
Hear him,
coat swishing-
so close.
Don’t turn
and don’t listen
but words somehow seep in.
Threats hit their
mark.
Heart beats too fast now.
Dizzy and sick.
Why me? For ****’s sake-
and why him?
Me walking,
him whispering really ****** me off.
I need to change this routine-
before he does.