Her Red Converse

Run

Run girl

Run

Through the woods

he follows her

Up and down

Goes the path

In and out

Goes her breath

He follows her

And she is

Careless.

Crack

Goes the branch

Rustle

Goes the leaves

The only wise decision

Made that day

Was the dark clothes she wore

But her converse

An attractive

Bright

Red.

She didnt want

To leave them behind.

So she tucked them

Into her shirt.

Snap

Crack

The twigs scream.

She doesnt hear

The sounds of footsteps

Drumming into his skull.

The glint

Of a knife

From the moon

Attracts

Her attention

And she hits him

With her precious

Converse.

She runs

To the street

And the steetlights

Fill her eyes

Pools

Of fear

And yellow light.

She runs

And he leaves

Her alone

For a while.

The next day

She comes back

To find

The stench of rotting flesh

And red converse

Stained

With

Redder blood.