Peeping Tom

One night as I silently watched you through
the window that was open to the night air,
you gave no sign that you knew I was there.

Your pretty innocence excited me even
though you were only reading a book.
It became a compulsion to watch you

or one of your sisters. However, I had to
be extra careful around your older brother
and not alert him to what was going on.

Once there were a couple of your girlfriends
along with all of you four sisters in your
bedroom and I made the mistake of showing

my face at the window. The screaming that
erupted made me tear out of there like my
life depended on it. I had never run so fast before.

I laid low for a few days but soon showed up again.
It became a compulsion to watch you.
I also had another compulsion and I acted it out

one fateful night when I donned a bra and panties
and crept up on that window to that room where
you liked to read. What I didn’t know, and you

were so cool about it, was that you had heard
my step falls on the crisp, autumn leaves
and had gone and told your brother and his

friend out in the living room that someone was
outside the window. I was caught that night,
embarrassed, threatened with great bodily harm

if I showed up there again. Maybe that night was
a turning point for me, I needed help for my
compulsion to watch you.

Kelly invites us to write from the view of the opposite sex over at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2015/09/29/poetics-gender-bender/

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  1. He surely needs help with his creeping compulsion ~ Scary times Gayle and I am glad that he was caught ~ Thanks for the personal share ~

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  2. This is chilling, Gayle. Made me breathe harder and harder verse after verse.. So very real. And nightmarish….and right before bedtime. Gulp!

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    • Gayle, just saw your comment on my poem…..such parallels between them. Really eerie that yours was REAL!!!!

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    • Oh no, Mary, not right before bed. Not a good time to read this at all. Truly nightmarish…it was several months of living on pins and needles. Yes, this was real! And somehow the memory popped up and I thought of writing from the peeper’s perspective when I read the prompt.

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  3. Oh my, this gave me chills… a frightening story indeed, and you presented it well from the voice of the perpetrator. Here’s hoping that getting caught was the impetus for getting the help that was needed to put an end to that behavior. A chilling, finely written response to the prompt!

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    • Thanks for your interesting prompt, Kelly. Yes, this was a chilling experience to say the least…to have your privacy invaded like that was truly frightening and very unsettling.

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  4. I hope he can get help.. His compulsion can only lead one way.. So maybe there is a bliss in getting caught.

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  5. How scary…glad you could write about it from that angle..he needs help.

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  6. Palpable horror in this piece. Powerful write!!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. Creepy and well-written, Gayle. I think you captured the male perspective of this creepster very well. SO glad he was caught and you no longer have to worry about him!

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  8. Interesting and brings to mind
    recent science that shows
    in primitive cultures
    where the work
    of the night
    to make
    the little ones
    to keep life going
    starts at puberty..
    in social cooperation
    in clearly defined roles
    of stuff for subsistence
    there are no words
    beyond the
    missionary
    positions..
    no homosexuality
    no masturbation
    and Lord knows
    no Peeping
    Toms
    as they
    hunt and sleep
    naked and Live
    by Love instead
    of human nature
    repression.. oppression
    subjugation.. and illusory
    fears.. and they are the
    primitive ones..
    haha…
    sigh…:)

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  9. LOL. Super creepy. 🙂

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  10. Sandy Jordan

     /  September 30, 2015

    Oh my gosh. This sounds just like what we grew up with including the face in the window! You write so beautifully.

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    • Seems we weren’t the only girls that went through this experience, Sandy. I really appreciate your compliment for my writing too…it means so much to me…thank you.

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  11. Glenn Buttkus

     /  September 30, 2015

    You rocked the prompt, & found the screwed up male’s (with gender issues) perspective. I was not prepared for the cross-dressing data; in my mind I saw masturbation approaching. To find to this piece is based on real events is certainly chilling.

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    • Thanks, Glenn. No, we weren’t prepared for the cross-dressing data either…quite shocked at our young age. I hadn’t considered that he had been out there masturbating either…not on my innocent radar at that point.

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  12. Wow. Truly creepy and even more so because it was real. When I lived in Philadelphia, our neighborhood had a peeper – he was finally caught but only after he had acted on his compulsions…very bad. Good write on this even if it is scary.

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  13. Barbara DeVoe

     /  September 30, 2015

    You put so much feel-able emotion in this piece! Glad I have never experienced anything similar!

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  14. Chills! Creepy! Well executed.

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  15. Whew. So many of the poems for this prompt went creepy. This one reminds me of Judy Blume’s book “Then Again, Maybe I Won’t.”

    Well done.

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    • Whew, is right! I wonder why so many went creepy…I never read that book by Judy Blume. I hope it was about warning young girls to be extra careful out there in the world…

      Thank you.

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  16. Gosh! That made my tummy turn. I wonder why so many women poets tried to get into the mind of male psychopaths. Is there a hidden fascination, a desire to understand, to fathom the unfathomable? There was a time when I was writing a story about a murderer that I tried to get into his mind. I was a wreck for days. But it did give me some insights and better understanding even though it was imagined. You did a great job of getting into his mind. And you gave him the grace of looking at the bright side, which means he is redeemable.

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    • I noticed that I wasn’t the only one who wrote about some creepy topics. Maybe in my case to work through the fear and I would agree too, that it could be wanting to understand what compels certain behaviors in people. Yeah, I gave him a little self awareness there that he just might want to go another direction with his life. Sorry it made your poor tummy turn…

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  17. what a creep!

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  18. You’ve captured the spookiness here, Gayle, creepy…

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