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.