His eyes follow me
As I walk past
I feel him watching
Waiting to see my path
I pause to read the schedule
He appears directly behind me
Materializing out of nowhere
Uncomfortably
Close and leaning in
There’s no escape
Nowhere to turn
His rancid breath upon my skin
The bus tarries
My pulse quickens
I’m visibly disturbed
I somehow slink away
But he follows
At my heals
Like a shadow
There is no way to shake
My paranoia
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