Footsteps ( poem from "Crushed Violets" by Donna Nieri )

Footsteps behind me.
I begin to run in
The blackness of
Night.
 
Streets gleaming,
Pavements steaming,
From sheets of rain.
Blurred by street
Lights.
 
I slow my pace, it
Slows too.  I begin to
Hurry, the faster I go,
I am chased.
 
It is a part of me, I
Am not my own, I am
Compromised.
 
My breath is crushed,
My heartbeat throbs.
 
Exhausted, I stop.
I am not alone,
I am occupied.

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