Time is running out.
What chases me is catching up.
I cannot escape.
I scream for help, but none arrives.
I am alone.
I am afraid.
I am out of time.
A clock ticks in my head.
Faster, faster, faster.
Time speeds up.
Time runs out.
I am out of time.
Posted in response to the challenge Out.
Blood
Hands
I look around
How did I
Get here
No
How did we
Get here
To this place of
Rioting
Festering
Loathing
Hatred
When I was young
Before we bonded
Bullies belittled me
And it broke my heart
Because I felt it in my bones
But now that we belong
With each other's beautifully
Breathtaking selves
Their words don't break
Some days
It’s hard to find
A reason
To get out of bed
The depression claws
At me
Begging me
To just stay there
Sink into the darkness
And disappear
But I don’t want to
Do that
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