By Felina Silver Robinson

Copyright© 2014

I stand waiting for the bus to come

Suddenly, I’m no longer alone

This man is standing uncomfortably close

I can feel his hot breath against my neck

I hear him sniffing my hair

His hands brush up against my cheek

I quickly move to the other end of the bus

I hear his footsteps quickly behind me

I nervously stand next to the driver

Gesturing to him that somethings wrong

He looks at the man behind me

And brings the bus to a screeching halt

Jerking the stalker about

When the driver asked if he needed help

He quickly said no thanks and scurried quickly off the bus

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