You run,
but it’s pointless, a reflex. Arms cut
the air, legs attempt to push off the ground.
Heart exploding. But you’re
stuck. In slow-motion. You can feel it gaining on you. Feel its shadow clawing after you, feel the
heat of its breath on the back of your neck.
Don’t look back. Don’t. Eyes forward, wide, searching, wet with
tears.
Then it
happens. Struck on the lower back, like
a hundred hot needles going into your spine.
Feet leave the ground, kick the sky.
You hit the pavement, just a crumpled broken baby doll. Wake up.
Just wake up.
you captured this brilliantly! your pacing is so well timed--the first 3 sentences are so quick, but then the 4th and 5th bring slam you to an almost stop just like the slow-motion run. also, this is pretty much the worst dream/feeling ever.
ReplyDeleteUgh. I hate this feeling.
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