She's Coming For Me

I lean against the locker,

Hard and cold on my back

Breathing in and out,

Keeping it in track.

She's coming for me.

My fingers have gone brittle

and I bite them to the bone.

Blood trickles down my mouth.

I'm so very alone.

She's coming for me.

Step one, step two;

It echoes through the hall.

Step three, run to

the girl to make her feel small.

She's coming for me.

Clop clop, 

I hear it loud and clear.

The door openes violently,

She's not coming...

She is here.