By Avery Shubert
I'm scared. It's probably senseless But I still can't shake the feeling. It's an unspoken fear If I speak it will discredit it Or make it all too real So it will sit in my head Heavy and tight More like a shadow than a dark night But there nonetheless. I'll breath harder My heart will beat faster But I won't say a word Or move a muscle. Many things But one more pressing than the rest There’s a man in my attic Creeping around the house at night Head peeking out of the hatch Waiting for an opportunity. And a woman under the counter. Lying flat and still Her inky hair stringy from weeks without washing She watches my feet as I pass Bloodshot eyes wide and filled with glee. A serial killer in his home Blaring music to mask the screams Of his new victim Who the outside world won’t hear I white knuckle the steering wheel on his street I should do something But I begin to hyperventilate My thoughts race to be heard And I drive past. It’s probably senseless But I can’t shake the feeling. Every time I go on a walk I glance behind my shoulder Once Twice No one is there Of course not I walk in wide circles around the cars But when I look in side No one is in the driver seat Waiting to take me away Of course not And no one is ever behind the doors And no one ever pulls up to me real slow And no one ever lurks around my yard Of course not So why am I so scared?