It Follows

I thought I had left it behind in another fucking time. When boys were boys,
girls were girls and faces wee hard to find. It followed me.
All the stupid thinking. The stupid people thought. The rules that we lived
by. The friends that we bought. The asshole with a strong arm. In the shape
of floating friends. The young ladies and their secrets. In the soap that
never ends.
I thought I had outrun it. When I crossed the tracks. I thought I had gotten
away. When it tapped me on the back.
It followed me. It followed me.