Marked

Walking down the street
In the darkness of the sunset

In the corner of my eye
I see another set

Walking faster
Picking up pace
I hear footsteps
Doing the same

My pursuer is coming
Faster and faster it comes

I see it now
As clear as the sun

Her body is small, ghost like
Skin weathered and marked
Chips and cracks
Feather her body
As in a dance

Brown eyes analzying
At all I take in

"Who are you?" I ask
"Don't be scared, for
I am you"