My heart is beating in my throat
like sour bile forcing its way out.
I listen.
Sounds like dry winds hissing
through hollow tunnels.
Howling, whispering, like
wails behind thick walls.
Calling after me.
Footsteps drag like ice
splintering on a lake,
relentless in its pursuit.
Inching closer.
I can feel it.
Chest as strained as the tail end
of a scream.
Pin pricks down my spine,
like insect legs scurrying
over my skin.
Hands tremble, knees buckle,
and there is nowhere else
to run.
Sophia Baker
