By: Heidi Angell
I smile as we dance, but my eyes are always scanning.
My drink never leaves my hand, afraid of what another is planning.
“Relax,” my friends say. “Loosen up!”
Secretly they think I am no fun, this delicate little buttercup.
The party is still jumpin’ but it is time for me to go.
“Stay, just one more song,” they plead, but cannot make it so.
I cling to the key in my hand, held forth like a dagger,
I bolt to the car afraid I might stagger.
In the car, doors lock immediately.
I take a deep breath and relax ever so slightly.
On the road, my vigilance increases, watching each car expecting my enemy.
I dare not let up, not for a moment, lest that be the end of me.
Home. Everyone else finds it a refuge.
For me it is a multitudinous trap, waiting to deluge.
Every light on, every window and door checked, and checked again.
I begin to relax, climb into bed, lights out, safety in dreams but then…
A sound or something sets me off, running through the shadows of my nightmare
There is no rest for me, he is everywhere.
Waking in a cold sweat, checking every access point, certain he is here.
Even when he is gone, I still can’t escape the fear.
Based on Hell School.