The hair on the back of your neck stiffens
Your senses are alert
Was that a noise you heard? Imagination?
You strain your ears
For a sound that hints at what’s to come
So you can run.
You wish it wasn’t dark
You wish it wasn’t late
You wish you hadn’t cut through
The ‘wrong’ side of town
You wish you were invisible
And even if you were
You’re wearing shoes that ‘crash’ and ‘bang’
With every single step
And even were they quiet
You smell like someone who’s been dancing
Someone who’s had fun
And like someone frightened out of their wits
Someone who would run
If they weren’t transfixed.
But not that way…