The Chase

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By
Sabrina Russell

I hear their howls
and claws scrap the ground;
I hear their growls,
and my heart starts to pound.

Their speed unmasked
seems faster than light,
Breaths on my neck
and panic starts to rise.

Their eyes pierce my soul
and I'm losing my breath,
They're out of control
and I know am dead.

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