One step in the
Glassy door.
My skin crawls.
Breathing stops,
Nervousness climbs.
My skin crawls.
He looks at me,
Fear escalates.
My skin crawls.
He walks behind me,
He tugs at a lock of my hair.
My skin crawls.
I get my food,
I want to run out.
My skin crawls.
He's gone,
Air is wonderful.
My fear flees.
I look back,
His dark eyes meet my blue.
My skin crawls.
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