Feb 2020
We were running in the field.
She was chasing me.
I ran home and slammed the door shut.
Banging.
Laughing.
Squealing.
Silence.
. . .
I opened the door.
She was just lying there.
Bruised.
Bloodied.
Torn apart.
What I heard was just my mind playing games.
Pleading.
Crying.
Screaming.
Silence.
She was chasing me.
I ran home and slammed the door shut.
Banging.
Laughing.
Squealing.
Silence.
. . .
I opened the door.
She was just lying there.
Bruised.
Bloodied.
Torn apart.
What I heard was just my mind playing games.
Pleading.
Crying.
Screaming.
Silence.
I was falling asleep and ended up telling myself a story, this is what my mind produced so I woke back up and began writing it down immediately. Enjoy!
