ThunerClaps
He stalks you
Coldly in the night
Mentally ill
Still
Thinking he won’t?
He will.
Follow you
Your shower
His eyes are the water
Your bed
His body, your ceiling
You walk
You run
He creeps
Slowly
Every so carefully
You put your feet
On that comfy ottoman
Your toes
His mouth
He sucks
You kick
He smiles
You scream
He laughs
You run
Still he walks
He stalks
Your car won’t start
In the mirror you see
His eyes
He sees you
You run
But to where?
He knows your moves
before you think them
Knows your words
Before you speak them
Your ankles
Your navel
Your cheeks
Make him tickle
Make him wiggle
Tighten his pants
Make him happy
Too happy
So you run
He walks
He stalks
He is
The Creeper
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