the heel of my boots clicked.
i ran to the front door.
i stood there jumbling my keys. frantically looking around.
for the man who peered in my window that one time.
i mumbled a prayer.
my heart raced. i do this every night.
the day was warm but the storm blew leaves.
chasing me to my stairwell.
in the car, the music played to the dancing trees.
i wanted to cry.
but i felt indifferent.
something was weird inside me today. it wasn't good or bad.
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