Reflections in the glass, show outlines of danger and alarm
She freezes unable to look away
Should she run or should she stay
The glass now shows the outline of his face, the darkness of his eyes
She feels compelled to turn around
She’s unable to breathe or make a sound
He’s now behind her, she feels his breath, hairs on her neck now stand on end
She should have ran or screamed out loud
Instead she remains with her head bowed
As he puts his fingers round her neck, a gentle touch but no less threatening
She holds her breath and closes her eyes
Counting down to her demise.
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