Smiling, you glide
Down the stairwell
Onto the frigid tile
It reminds you of her
“Why? Why do you do that? GET OUT!”
You acknowledge
You breathe
You continue
They love to watch you
To gawk
Their mouths drivel with desire
A woman passes you
The smell of J’adore
Transports you out of this place
Into a dream
You hit the ground running
An end is inevitable,
Right?
They are on your heels
Close at hand
They cannot be satiated
Smiling still, showing teeth
And gums
You quicken the pace to escape
He comes. At night he comes.
They all come
They gawk
They cannot be satiated