The moonlight fugitive
Short gasps of air whirl through a burning throat,
still her legs defy the exhaustion in desperation.
Behind her trail phantoms of memories afloat
upon a sea of desertion.
Beneath a canopy of constellation
she finds herself lost in time.
The forest unfolds before her like a revelation.
An apocalyptic bell sounds one chime.
It won’t be long before a mistake is irreversible.
Every turn is just another minute to live.
The last road taken proves an ironic circle.
Sinking between the waves that created her, rests the moonlight fugitive.