the huntA Poem by newyearnormathe 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
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