Text!

The smart phone loudly whistled in her handbag

indicating she had a message

thinking it was the boyfriend sending a text

was very eager to read it

found two creepy anonymous words written

her pulse did quicken!

 

It just simply read “Fear Me” what did it mean

glancing around suspiciously

at everybody she could see in the noisy bar

most were dancing or drunk

kept the text from the group but stayed close

inside was becoming morose!

 

As those around became evermore inebriated

began to feel really isolated

she received another message “You Look Nice”

this put her into a hyper state

sounds and actions bombarded her senses

increasing preservation defenses!

 

Unlike the rest of her friends was not drunk

at first thought it a prank

now seemed to be more sinister a real threat

those feelings of paranoia

began to eat at her rationality had to be alert

or could be fatally hurt!

 

Those once friendly faces had become suspects

she just wanted to leave

the others never noticed her cautiously go

jumped as another text

had been sent reluctantly read what it said

panicky “To My Arms You Tread”!

 

Near the exit she recognised the doorman

had once gone out with him

felt a little awkward every time they met

but had to tell somebody

showed him the text asked him to stay near

thinking the sender maybe here!

 

She phoned for a taxi her ex said he would wait

as it was his break

noticed how close he had become touching

backing slowly away

realised it was him went onto the street to wait

thoughts of the moment to collate!

 

The taxi seemed to be taking a long time to come

a tightness around her arm

hurting knew this was the man she had trusted

forcibly was pushing her

into an alley saying he never wanted them to part

wanted to have a fresh start!

 

Tried to break free from his superior strength

heard a familiar voice call

her boyfriend was here managed to shout loudly

as he came into view the man

let the woman go free into the boyfriend’s arms

ran to his welcoming charms!

 

Together left arms linked still filled with a dread

at what might have been

it would be months before the events could tell

changing the phone number

never venturing back to that once familiar bar

it left a permanent mental scar!

 

Twelve months later the man she had once known

was found dead circumstances unknown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Very interesting. Cheers

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  2. Yeah, Cheers!!!

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  3. that happens…

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