Stalker
by Victoria Tarrani
(© 0001.30)
The furnace
burns within my soul.
Terror shrouded vines
creep
like stealthy shadows
into my mind--
twisting,
writhing snakes.
Enter the net
the web of deceit
as lies,
dripping with honey,
enticed my will;
my privacy revealed--
invasion
intrusion
imposition.
I called him friend.
Lured by the comments
the praise
the comprehension
I needed.
Now the Law
protects my innocence,
my foolish mistakes.
I find solace;
detectives search
for the predator.
I am a child.
Prison
awaits the visitor,
the stalker,
if he tracks
my solitude
or trespasses
into my life
once more
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