Into the woods I go. Briskly, then faster. Possessed.
Am I running to something or from something?
Whichever it is it is getting worse.
In madness I rush, branches slashing me, time slipping away.
Then it catches me
"Help!"
"HELP!
"H-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-L-P!"
She is gone
I can't go on
Time to sigh
Time to cry
Time to die
