Crawl

Posted by Zeannaroux on

There is a taste.

A touch

Winter frost on my tongue

A step

A crunch

I have memories of the run

The panting breathe

Racing heart

The light

It flickers

A tick tock triggers

It’s not enough

It’s to late

Man had chosen my fate

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