The Chase

by kathrine   Jan 18, 2012


My nerves cringe
red flows down my face
i scream, scream for a long time
i stop and catch my breath
running, running
go anywhere but here
she calls me
i run faster
i trip, i fall, i get up, i run again
hide behind a tree
they smell my fear, they call my name
i give up, i fall to the cold hard ground
pain, pain, pain
knocked unconcious
will i ever awaken
or will i finally meet the end?

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