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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