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ON THE RUN
My voice piercing through the silent night ,
my bare feet hitting the ground hard ,
as I ran away from HIM,
my captor .
My torn and dirty gown swayed in the wind ,
my hair in a messy flow ,
my body bathed with sweat , dried blood and dirt ,
my smell nothing to write home about ,
but how could I think about all that when HE was very much hit on my heels .
I could see no sign on life ,
I was probably in the middle of nowhere,
no help , no hope , no nothing.
I decided I had to hide unless he would definitely catch me , it was dark and I could barely see , I climbed up a tree hoping he would miss me.
© Blue_Bird
my bare feet hitting the ground hard ,
as I ran away from HIM,
my captor .
My torn and dirty gown swayed in the wind ,
my hair in a messy flow ,
my body bathed with sweat , dried blood and dirt ,
my smell nothing to write home about ,
but how could I think about all that when HE was very much hit on my heels .
I could see no sign on life ,
I was probably in the middle of nowhere,
no help , no hope , no nothing.
I decided I had to hide unless he would definitely catch me , it was dark and I could barely see , I climbed up a tree hoping he would miss me.
© Blue_Bird
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