Stalker-ish: Pride Ushering a Fall (Part 4)

I was shown a conference room cresting four flights of stairs,

with rotting boards inviting the unawares

Way past their prime, solely for those nimble toes,

meandering past Jacob’s ladder and steeper than Mt. Hololo!

I glanced at my watch.  Oh No! I was two minutes late:

at the risk of the permanent taint of utter disgrace! 

I raced up the stairs in my four-inch heels,

Assured of a cat-like prowess to run with utter ease!

I was three feet away from the conference room door,

When one shoe-heel cracked and careened across the floor!

I emitted a shrill scream, a few octaves higher than a sow

birthing quadruplets or and soon to be slaughtered Christmas cow. 

The door cracked open and I saw my death-wish: 

Snuggly observing me was none other than ‘Mr. Stalkerish’! 

He said, “I’m a partner here. We met this morning, for sure!

Now I have the pleasure of rescuing you once more ….”

I glanced into the eyes of my stalker

my saviour

in keen pain

and saw staring at me

           the stark and clear reflection

of my pride-fuelled … shame!