Wait, That’s Me

Shuffling through the tall grass feeling with the tips of unfeeling boots hoping to find something but also praying I don’t my neck and shoulders have seized from looking down scanning the ground for signs of her blood her clothes her hair it’s cold now and won’t be warm until the sun comes up but…More

Her Feet Hit The Ground Too Hard Jarring Her Shins And Her Knees…

(Not based on a true story) In the dream she’s running down the hill and sliding down the hill and then hitting the bottom and running again toward the trees and the thought of safety and the sky above is filled with the sound of her pursuers calling back and forth to one another coordinating their…More