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Being hunted

i sprint through the forest escaping the dark of night when i see it, the tree, the tree that sways apart from itself, grass still most with the dew of dawn i lean and indulge into the greenery, disregard overpowers me as i find myself unaware of the tree's fatal intentions, i look into the tree trying to find something beyond it, something more, and i do, and there she is, hideous, revolting, murderous, human, once i saw her i only got two steps before the razors entered my body, but i keep running until the loss of blood consumes me, my last thought was, "humans, what do they not kill, destroy, take"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/2/2011 8:04:00 PM
reads like a horrible nightmare, with a bit of sad truth to it, considering after all, the things some of us humans do. thanks again so much for your thoughtful comment. love, shar
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