Stammer

I feel it

                                    I feel it

                                                I feel it

I feel...

Everything

The wind on my face

The concrete under my shoes

The sweat on my palms

My heart pounding  against my chest

Exuding the sound of Spartan battle drums

I feel the syllables form from each person's lips

As I walk pass them

I feel my legs shake with every step

Each muscle crying for me to turn around

Pleading me to turn back

But I force them forward because I see

Him

I see the black outline of a devil I've never met

With our only connection being

The history that's between us

A history that cannot be forgiven nor forgotten

A history of blood

I see him and follow  his footsteps

In His footsteps I follow

Tracing his path with my eyes and then with my feet

I tread carefully and slowly

Leaving room for caution and for escape

His travels end with

Him convening in an alley

Whose walls clutch the abyss like a blanket

I reached my hands around my waist as

Our feet match pace

And the crunch of chip bags below my feet give way

And gives away

 My presence

He turns

I see his skin it's;

the same as mine

I see his nose it's;

the same as mine

I see his eyes they're;

 the same as mine

Nevertheless, I  draw my hands in front of me.

 The look on his face as

He hears the click of a hammer

 Stops time.

             my heart stammers