Run
Run girl
Run

Through the woods
he follows her
Up and down
Goes the path
In and out
Goes her breath

He follows her
And she is
Careless.
Crack
Goes the branch
Rustle
Goes the leaves

The only wise decision
Made that day
Was the dark clothes she wore
But her converse
An attractive
Bright
Red.

She didnt want
To leave them behind.
So she tucked them
Into her shirt.

Snap
crack
The twigs scream.
She doesnt hear
The sounds of footsteps
Drumming into his skull

The glint
Of a knife
From the moon
Attracts
Her attention
And she hits him
With her precious
Converse.

She runs
To the street
And the steetlights
Fill her eyes
Pools
Of fear
And yellow light.

She runs
And he leaves
Her alone
For a while.

The next day
She comes back
To find
The stench of rotting flesh
And red converse
Stained
With
redder blood.