stalker

he’s there again.
those piercing eyes
the crooked smile
what does he want from me?
i get in my car
he’s still with me
furious evasion
i can’t shake him
relentless pursuit
in my office
familiar presence
he’s been here
abundant evidence
he’s here still
returning home
find activity
find a release
walking, running
he’s still with me
intoxication
hide in deeper layers
he breaks in
lurching
in the arms of my lover
perhaps a veil
he’ll lose me
she holds me close
and him with me
kinky
to my solitude
the door is closed
the light is darkened
into the stillness
where is he?
i cannot find him
he is erased
as am i



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