Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Chase

I ran from her and could not escape
she pursued as if I was her prey
across the snow my footing slipped
her path never wavered or dipped
I stared her down in her approach
in her eyes there was no recognition
that I could see but for that of hunger
she seemed to be there solely for acquisition
of my heart, or soul, or love, of my whole
only my exhaustion
led to my being taken by her pursuit
I wasn't dead, yet
but she was hard after me in chase
I lost control
And I linger in regret

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