Stalker-ish: Pride Ushering a Fall (Part 1)

I rotated my torso and whipped my spindly arms

away from the iron grasp of his sweaty palms!

Any degree of curiosity on what he said

was entirely non-existent! Less than dead!

He wore the aura of a fetid sea fish

at the bottom of the ‘normalcy bell curve’: Mr. Stalker-ish!

I rummaged through my purse, quivered and panted!

“Oh where are my car keys!” I repeatedly chanted

To repel the chills from a vivid image of me

asphyxiated, roped, with shattered knees:

trapped in the trunk of Mr. Stalkerish’s car

and my mortal remains tossed in the Caroni river

like a Happy Meal snack for a ravenous cascadura:

An undignified death for me – a self-designated diva!

Hearing a crack under my feet, I pivoted around

and quickly looked down in chase of the sound.

“Oh there! My car keys are right on the ground!”

I snatched up the keys and squealed in joyous anticipation

Of leaping into my car, being spurred into action

igniting my cold engine and feeling the warming satisfaction

of the fading chill of his cold memory:

Mr. Stalker-ish’s zombie eyes, glued upon me!