Long I Stood There

My heart is beating in my throat

like sour bile forcing its way out.

I listen.

Sounds like dry winds hissing

through hollow tunnels.

Howling, whispering, like

wails behind thick walls.

Calling after me.

Footsteps drag like ice

splintering on a lake,

relentless in its pursuit.

Inching closer.

I can feel it.

Chest as strained as the tail end

of a scream.

Pin pricks down my spine,

like insect legs scurrying

over my skin.

Hands tremble, knees buckle,

and there is nowhere else

to run.

Sophia Baker