While turning pages of a book
I catch a glimpse of him
through my glasses.
Heart flutters panicked
face flushing red
as memories of shame come crashing
like towering tsunamis,
embarrassingly throw the book on a table
as my feet hurridly walk me home,
almost stumbling in the library staircase.
Slam the door behind me,
locking it thrice.
I am safe
my back resting against the door
sliding until my body has sunk
onto the welcome mat.
Long black skirt wipes a stream of tears,
gazing into my new home,
an empty house
devoid of colour.
Fled thousands of miles
to never see him again,
he appears in strangers’ faces,
haunting me anywhere I go.
He is the demon whose torment I cannot escape.
Prompt for 12th January 2018: Evoke
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