the hunt

the hunt

A Poem by newyearnorma

the body tense, breathing hard, heart beating fast

the adrenaline pulsing through the system

the victim runs out into the night

the captor laughs giving chase

 

he knows she wont get far, she is to scared to make the right choices

he knows she wont know if she should run left or right

 

she stands undecided, in shock and pain

fear flowing through her body

as the tears fall down her face like rain

 

he knows the chase is done

by the end of this night it will be done

and the demons will be quiet for a while

until its time for the next hunt

 

© 2011 newyearnorma


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