paranoiainmosni

i'm sitting,

sweating and scared,

heart in my throat and pounding

with my back against the door.

there is a man outside.

i don't know what he's doing here,

out there.

he just stands.

he's watching me.

i know.

 

i peek through the curtains,

slowly

so he won't see.

but he does.

i think he heard my heart.

i know he heard my heart.

he hears everything.

so i start yelling,

but i don't think he hears me.

 

i want to call for help,

but he will hear me.

i want to call for help,

but he's cut the lines.

i know.

i run to the back door

but i see him through the key hole.

he's everywhere.

he's thought of everything.

there's no way out.

 

as night falls

i hold caffine between my hands

and i stare back out the window at him.

i'm hoping he will leave,

it's getting cold now.

and so i wait.