She's Coming For Me

I lean against the locker,

Hard and cold on my back

Breathing in and out,

Keeping it in track.

 

She's coming for me.

 

My fingers have gone brittle

and I bite them to the bone.

Blood trickles down my mouth.

I'm so very alone.

 

She's coming for me.

 

Step one, step two;

It echoes through the hall.

Step three, run to

the girl to make her feel small.

 

She's coming for me.

 

Clop clop, 

I hear it loud and clear.

The door openes violently,

She's not coming...

 

She is here.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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