She is dying,
she can feel it, quick and sudden and far too loud,
she is running –
run, little girl, run –
faster, faster, faster,
skeleton soaring, bones come to life.
Her heart is pounding –
run, little girl, run –
death is chasing you,
death is catching you.
She can’t slow down, never slower –
run, little girl, run –
I am here, I will help you,
just don’t stop moving.
A twig cracks beneath her –
run, little girl, run –
she is looking behind and death’s
red eyes are gleaming.
She is tired, throat is closing –
run, little girl, run –
you will be clean, I will wash
my hands in your blood
she is close, closer, quickly –
keep running, little girl, keep running –
you are here; you have escaped.