Lurking©

Lurking©

Copyright 2015

By Felina Silver Robinson

The feeling of never being alone

When you know some nameless face lingers in the darkness

Awaiting what you cannot say

You only hope he doesn’t come your way

Your hair stands up firmly upon your neck

Goosebumps scatter about your arms

Your eyes frantically case the room

Hoping to find no one lurking about

But suddenly you jump your eyes meet his

You feel his rancid breath upon your face

The stench of his uncleanliness makes you sick

You don’t want to ask questions

You turn and bolt

Hoping that no one else pops out at the next corner

Frantickly, you lock a three locks on both your doors

Falling asleep with every light on

Hoping to chase away any intruders

That may be forever lurking