The Others

You creep up one me from the hills,

Stalk me through the keyhole,

You steal all of my pills.

I can’t hide that you’re making me ill.

No loopholes in your intentions.

I’m standing perfectly still.

You sneak up on me through drains,

Grab my hands and kiss them

Leaving slimy prints and stains.

You call me your own dame.

But chivalry’s dead so back off.

I’m not the one to tame.

You pull my clothes, you shriek.

The air you breathe smells like sulfur.

My perfume is making you weak.

Don’t you follow, don’t you act meek.

Don’t creep up on me from the hills.

Please don’t waste your wishes

As I’m reaching the peak.