It was him.
He was coming at me
and it was him.
I remember it clearly,
but it’s all a blur.
He reminded me of him.
The way he grabbed me from behind like a ragdoll.
Raggedy Ann.
The look he had in his eyes.
Like there’s no escape.
Like it was time for me to pay my dues.
Pay my rent.
Game.
I feel like a doe caught in the headlights.
I know I’ll never make it across the street.
I know I’m gonna end up as roadkill
or the driver’s main course.
It was him.
Living on.
And he brought back all the things
I have strived to forget.
All the feelings
I have been trying to bury
in the sunsweet earth
since I slammed the door
and swallowed the key.