by Arisha Ali, she/her
Someone is behind me,
He is behind me,
Too close for comfort,
Yet too far,
For me to take my paranoia seriously.
A quick pace,
Better to be safe than sorry.
Please don’t let him catch up to me,
Please don’t let him say anything to me,
Hands tight around my sharpest, silver key,
He has crossed the street, onto the other side.
And already free from impending doom.