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.