she left the light on.

So I got my head out of stu west.

And then I started thinking about stu west.

And the arrow that pointed toward my name.

Toward me.

The line linking an ugly threat to me.

But I’m not supposed to take it personally.

That was at first.

And then the notes started.

And continued until it was a daily thing.

I didn’t think it bothered me.

But then I had to read it every day.

That someone is going to rape me.

And after it was hurtful and heartbreaking, it just got old.

That’s what sucks about leaving.

I start thinking about what I’m leaving.

And then I never want to go back.