Poem #15: Late Night Walk

Do you ever find yourself

looking back over your shoulder

in the dead of night

when you’re out for a walk

alone

and wondering what it would be like

to be followed and kidnapped

by some creep in a mask

and then shoved into a tiny cellar

where he does unspeakable things

and starves you

and tortures you

but you escape out when he is asleep

with a bone you filed down

from a rat you had to eat

because you were starving

and then run out into the road

on weak legs

rubbery with so little use

and scream at the top of your lungs

for anybody to help you

but the car sees you too late

and then it’s all been for nothing

and in the end you are dead.

No? Just me?

Well, then, I guess you’re the creep.