⁰³·¹¹am

My steps quickened as my pulse accelerated,
Ever so often I looked behind
And seldom looked below.

Into a pothole I stumbled,
My barely clothed legs
Now littered with bruises.

On my knees were fresh blossoms,
Making themselves visible as they
Simpered their way through cottoned fields.

The sting nipped me like one
Would nip a young bud
From stem down.

I ignored its growing echo
As I got up and hastened;
It became a resounding throb.

Too petrified to look behind,
I ignored the growing din that
The pain was growing into.

My fear of whatever it was behind me
Occupied the first class in
My plane of priorities.

I knew it held no physical form,
But it made its presence just as known
Without too much effort on its part.

My pyjamas were now patterned;
Like a giraffe's elegant coat,
It now boasted of blotches of blood.

Yet I ran, deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of roads,
Fleeing quicker and quicker from what I couldn't see;
The impending dread of mine, into whose open arms I fell.

i apologize for the long wait. the schedule of daily updates should hopefully resume with this one. my insecurities and anxiety caught up with me just like our protagonist.

don't worry, I have escaped their clutches for the time being.

~maits¹⁸⁰.

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