Titles are Overrated

Part 104

You can run

as fast as you want,

but you will

not catch me.

Bounding

and laughing

as I go,

exhaustion weighing

down on my legs.

Gravel stabs

into my feet.

But oh,

you still chase -

you don't seem

to understand

that I love

the pain.

I disappear into the thicket,

and still you follow.

You think you

are the hunters,

and I am the hunted.

They say do not bring

a knife to

a gun fight.

I do not need

either.

You come tearing,

crashing into 

the forest.

I watch from

afar,

waiting 

and waiting.

You get near,

and I close the space.

Cry and scream

all you want,

but you

came after me.

You ask for another shot,

but you already ran

out of bullets.

you can put a gun to my head, but you will never get in