“I don’t know what to do”,
she says quietly.
“I know it sounds paranoid,
but he’s following me.”
“I talked to his sister,
she said he’s out of state.
Supposedly in Ohio,
cause he needed a break.”
“But no one’s heard from him,
since I got the P.O.
He always said they were useless,
just false safety for show.”
“Well of course he isn’t,
he left this last night.
He has the only spare key,
and I know I locked up tight.”
“I’ve never seen that picture,
but I still have that dress.
He bought it for me,
and it’s the one he liked best.”
“But turn it over,
and look what he wrote.
It’s ******* filthy,
that part about *******.”
“I’m just really scared,
because I know he’s watching.
I constantly have the feeling,
someone’s following me.”
“Would you do me a favor,
and stay with me tonight?
I probably won’t sleep,
but if you’re there I might.”
“Thank you so much,
you are such a great friend.
Just having a man there,
makes a difference in the end.”
“I’ll see you tonight,
thank you so much again.
He always hated you,
even though we’re just friends.”
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I watch out the window,
as she climbs in her car.
She doesn’t suspect it’s me,
at least not so far.
She didn’t ask why I was sweating,
or see the dirt under my nails.
Thank God she was upset,
and didn’t notice the smell.
I keep watching,
till she drives away,
touching myself,
as I play out the day.
She was right about one thing,
he’s still around,
but he won’t leave my basement,
once he’s in the ground.
Maybe I’ll get lucky,
and she’ll wear the dress.
He did have good taste,
cause it’s the one I liked best.
This is a piece I wrote for a “stalker” challenge.
