I could feel the words drip down my back,

“I’ll be watching you,”

how those daggers sting

Tearing vantages through the cloak of midnight.

If I could run, oh I would, but his gaze steps ever closer than comfort.

Hum a tune that pulls me from this moment

Wind a dance through my corset,

let it scream on the exhale,

Carry it with and don’t think twice.