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Fresh meat

The hunt is on

By Anna TorresPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Fresh meat
Photo by Jakub Kriz on Unsplash

Run, run as fast as you can. Don’t look back, you’ll fall. Ignore the trees, ignore the wind. Don’t let them catch you. Don’t let them smell you. Watch your step. They’ll folllow your prints. The river won’t save u. The mountains won’t shield you. Run, run as fast as you can. Flee for your life. They’re coming, they’re right behind you. They know where you are. The branches betray you. The tall grass won’t hide you. The fields are too wide. The valley lacks shadows. The shade isn’t your friend. Run, run as fast as you can. I hear them. I’m not fast enough. I’m out of breathe, I’m out of time. The wolves are after me. The villagers, the soldiers, the bounty hunters. I’m fresh meat. I should have left when I had the chance

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Anna Torres

I’m a 37-year old mother. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021

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