Walking
Slowly
In the dark
Creeping
Quietly
Through the park
Footsteps
Following
Don’t look round
Breathing
Quicker
Stifling sound
Pacing
Faster
Feel afraid
Grab my keys
Pray no blade
Mind is racing
Quivering
Fear
Shuddering, shaking
Wipe a tear
Hand on shoulder
Heartbeat race
Swivel about
To see a face
Not a local
Just a hunch
Clench a fist
To throw a punch
Then a voice
Unfamiliar tone
“Excuse me, mate
You dropped your phone”
