Escalation

by Michael Morbid   Aug 28, 2016


A woman is following me.
I am guessing she is lonely.
Having a stalker gives me glee.
It makes me feel quite naughty.

This is becoming bothersome.
She phoned up and called me a scum.
She disguised her voice with a hum.
But I know where the call came from.

Next door she is now a boarder.
She has a mental disorder.
She is ignoring the order.
I got it to try to ward her.

I wake up to find my hands tied.
She is standing by my bedside.
Telling me she is now my bride,
and we must toast with cyanide.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Michael, I love this little write. It flows smoothly and off the tongue easily especially when read out loud.

    I guess having a stalker would feel okay at first because the attention would be good but then it gets worse and worse and worse, making you feel creeped and then here we have the ending of being woken up with your stalker saying she is your bride and giving you poison, wow.

    Great write, Em

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