in the dead of the mall

June 30, 2008
By kiana munroe, Calgary, ZZ

down deserted aisles i walk,
i know just how quietly they stalk.
all alone, all by myself,
don't know what's hiding behind each shelf.

but my heart is still beating,
and my blood they start needing.
i am running fast now,
but catching me is they're only vow...

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