Walking After Dark

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”