Branches of blades

My feet are numb, so numb
My head is pounding with my thoughts
I don't believe that voice inside
I must stop, before anymore.
My dress is torn to shreds
The branches clung to it like blades
Every thing's falling around me
And I've been running and running for days
There's an eerie silence here
Though my sobs echo like screams
Twigs line my hair and thorns, my feet
Then suddenly a sound
And a blush or raging heat
The pounding in my ears grows harder
A cold wind now picks at my skin.
I can feel the branches twisting
I can see them bruise me deep within.
I scuttle to the center of this messy path
And clutch tight onto myself
The forest is now more severe
More dangerous than ever before
For some lurking reason
I'm struggling to breathe
I can feel the branches of blades
All around me,
Slowly moving in.
I can smell defeat
Alone and cold
My pure, impassive throat
Stroked gently with a thorn.