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.