Stalked by the lion
I am the weak prey evading it’s jaws
My legs are lagging and I cannot rest until I know I am safe
This barren savannah has no mercy
No respite to hide , so I must keep running.
A vulnerable antelope, my stamina wanes
Stumbling and panting, my will to survive subsides
Tunnel-vision focused on an escape, when will this end?
Only when the hunted becomes the hunter.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
The rain smells
a strong, pungent scent, mixed with honeysuckle and leaves that it touches, left weeping and bent
The warm asphalt hums, then ripples of thunder, loud
The drops are heavy now and the sky consumed by cloud
It seeps onto our freckles and soaks our hair
But this is summer rain and we don't care
It leaves as quickly as it came
I can still feel it in the air, the smell of summer rain
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC