Him watching me out

the corner of his eyes.

He’s rather shifty and a

bit menacing looking.

I’m contemplating wither

or not to move seats …

I decide to move.

Careful, not obvious.

I can feel his eyes

burning into Me

like I’m paper bellow

a magnifying glass

and he the burning sun,

I’m moments away

from catching fire.

I get the feeling he wants

to touch me,

is it all in my head?

Oh god I shouldn’t have

worn this dress.

I mean it’s just a few drinks

with the girls after all.

I’m watching the back

of his bald head wishing

I could see through

the skin and bone,

See what he’s thinking.

he’s getting up,

he’s leaving the bus.

before he gets off he turns

around and has

one final

look up my dress.

Pig!