Footsteps

She hears the footsteps
They echo off the dusty, cracked pavement
Rattling her heart against the trees
Precisely 10metres apart
Disappearing both behind and ahead of her
The trees crooked, drooping under the wieght of a thousand winds, reach out for her
And the footsteps continue to beat a dark rhythm
It feels like a horror movie
When heavy steps double back on hers
She walks faster
Heart the bass to the steps treble
And the steps ring faster
She stops and they stop
She starts and they start
She takes off her shoes and runs
And they go silent
All she hears is the splatter of bare feet on the dusty, cracked pavement