Tension chokes my throat
Ears hearing echoes of steps
Shadows pass by only the corners of my eye
“Click clack,” I look back
Nothing. Empty.
Lingering touches upon my clothes
A slight tug, a mere whisper
Faster I walk and more I keep my head down
Quick head turns, trying to see the feeling of the eyes watching me
A passing thought of walking backwards leaves my mind
“Right, left, right, left,” I tell myself, trying not to trip over my fear.
“Act normal,” I say
As if telling myself how to walk and watching over my shoulder is normal.
About the Creator
Kristina Brule
I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have six books published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am.
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