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Hunted
I forced myself to move.
Staying put I could not cage
The feeling that watched me,
waited to pounce, hunt,
consume.
I can feel the claws in my heel,
I must rip away from it.
I bleed.
I need to cage it, eyes flickered
I can feel it coming up,
run.
I ran from it.
Kept running.
And still run.
I cannot cage it now,
so I will run
until something makes me stop
and it takes me.
Sorrow.
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