The parking garage lights are flickering red.
Their humming buzz echoes in the hollow darkness
but still, I know, I’m not alone.
Somewhere in the shadows, he waits to make his move.
I can’t see him, but I can feel him…
his energy pulsing through the emptiness.
So I wait, like a cornered animal.
Wait, for the inevitable end of the predator catching its prey.
My eyes catch the movement of a moth.
I watch as it gravitates towards the light, falling to its untimely death.
Cold-clammy hands wrap around my young-delicate throat.
The humming stops…
and I am plunged into endless silence.