i'm running
fast. faster. harder. push harder.
my feet make me go farther
from them.they press on, unphased, untouched
by attempts to block them.
they. keep. on. going.
i have to yell to hear myself
where my heart pounds as hard and fast
as my feet.
i jump over holes in the ground,
cautious of night animals, trees, broken logs
careful, so careful.
i never checked to see if they were behind
me.
i feel almost a part of the forest
as lifeless as the wind through every
walk of life.
until i fall...
falling. snapping. tumbling. crying.
my arm burns and is on fire.
i curl up in a ball and cry.
but i am not alone.
they. are. here.
i can't breathe. i can't see. i can't hear.
i can't feel. i can't smell. i can't
breathe. i can't.
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Short Stories From a Poetic Girl
Cerita PendekThese are short stories/poems that i have written in class and i would like to publish. All of these stories are mine and mine alone. Sometimes there will be a few poems that pop up here and there, but most of these short stories are sometimes relat...
