THE HUNT
It moves slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
I dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it silence.
I can feel its presence.
Creeping closer.
I enter a deserted hallway.
I turn.
Shut my eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
I fall into the dark abyss.
SUSANNE LEIST 