Flee

Walking towards home
Quickening her pace
Sure someone is following her
Terror on her face.

Instead of cutting through this alley
Why hadn't she walked the main street?
She'd been sure she'd be okay
Now she could hear her own heartbeat.

Hearing branches snapping behind
Turning quickly on her heel
Running as fast as she possibly can
is she about to be some psycho's next meal?

Stumbling along the ground
Branches stinging her arms
Her one and only desire
To be away from this harm.

Wind whipping her skin
As she's leaped on from behind
Wondering if in the morning
it's her body someone will find.

Hitting the floor hard
Head connecting with the ground
Stars dancing around her vision
Simultaneously with the horrible sound.

Arms flailing in the air
As she fights for her life
Wondering how she ended up
Getting involved in such strife.

Gasping for air
Vision starting to dim
Pushing the pain aside
This is one fight she must win.

Letting out an involuntary gasp
As she sees what he holds in his hand
As he bring his knife downwards
She wonders if this is her last day on this land...