The Black Dog Stalks.

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He is there again , waiting drooling anticipating my pain! He knows he has me cornered, trapped within his sights, back against the wall .. I am lost, lost without hope on the edge of the precipice  about to fall.

I hear him, he is dogging my steps. Snapping at my heels, waiting for me to fall so he can get on his belly and towards me crawl. He is wining with expectation imagining the taste of my fear. His red eyes glaring at me longingly  wanting to rip out my soul Oh!God he is here he is here!

Stalking me I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, his saliva running down my body hot and sticky. I am loosing it, I give up what the heck. Things are closing in on me so many demands on me like I am strung up with piano wire no hope of being cut free!

He has me on the wire as he  lays in the corner of my room and watches me through every sleepless night. He never sleeps nor do I, we watch each other terrified eye to eye. I fend him off best I can  but I do not know how much longer I can make this stand.

He can out run me in every way, the pressure drains me more each day. People don’t believe me I hear them say. “Shake yourself out of this it is a brand new day”……………..   But they don’t see him, on every corner, in every shadow , three steps behind me leering smelling my blood my fear. He has me, I am lost, no way out  and he is here.