My neck hairs are frozen
Heart rate
Settled in anticipation
Every corner
I feel hesitation
I rush
Brow glazed with sweat
I wish I could rest
Spine prickled with cold
I wish to be home
It lingers
Phantom fingers outstretched
Hitching my every breath
Do not stumble
Just look forward
Never mind
That shadow over your shoulder
It is a trick!
A play of the light!
Oh, yes, that would be a delight
But I feel it
That naked stare
My throat
Like a hare in a snare
Do. Not. Look. Back.
Almost home
This is where I run
Like a child in the dark
About the Creator
Analesia Giammusso
Finally comfortable to share my stories and poems with a face attached to it. Fueled by wine and tea.
Adventure is out there!
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