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Chapter 1:- Running blind
Wheezing gasps erect out my mouth, every breath dazzles over my tunneling vision, there in a drawing curtain of sight. I push past the thudding of my heart and aches welting out my heels, while my arms click then pop as if they're rapping a fly beat with every swing I raise up. My back tears wide open down the spinal columns once more as I inhale with great urgency, I further my stride picking up my bricked feet higher than before. I've gotta keep running, even with my eyes blearing out that light transcending the dusk awaiting the moon's arrival. Breathing in spits fiery salt upon my throat, racking my knees together begging to vomit this compose sluggish in its motion to drip further my exphoagus. No tears bead up around the rims of my eyes, even as my body's limits stretch thin like a mist dissipating once the sun rises up. My eyes go on flickering over my path’s views, a spruce tree to the right about ready to shake its dead weight for this winter’s kiss soon to arise over the forest’s true peacefulness. A raven boasts aloud its squawking terror just as it whooshed by my left; must of saw my gold hoop earring from the treetops it earlier perched upon while I hurled past the remaining rays of light still peering through the thicken tree branches all intertwined with one another.
Every blink or eclipsed sight I take in, the world of night seeps more and more over this day; this last day of my sane dreams come falling back to earth and into a cloak of dark horror. My eyes track back down the dirt path edged out the mother earth's greater green, clumps of yellowed leaves crumble under these feet of night laced up in a pair of black Puma tennis shoes, making a silent patter on the ground but a rattling storm on these leaves clattered about. I think I’m scared, maybe afraid of something in every turn, howl, and flutter of wings. I curl my lips in a painful twisting expression of terror, my heart double times at a motion unseen just before. I want to stop running, I feel like I’m running for my life, I can't stop running it's depending on my life to keep going. My head is pulsating like a stereo on past high, my sight is jarring out of time with every step I cry out for, Begging to my soul's deepest well of strengths to go on just a few more steps, only another acre of forest. I can't stop for a life of my own or anything to be still and let myself be grabbed out into this periling hellhole.
Drip
Drip
Drip.
Icy droplets drizzly descend gently upon the dusk hour layering the forest with a liquid calming. Almost enough to put me to rest, Almost that is.
Wheezing gasps erect out my mouth, every breath dazzles over my tunneling vision, there in a drawing curtain of sight. I push past the thudding of my heart and aches welting out my heels, while my arms click then pop as if they're rapping a fly beat with every swing I raise up. My back tears wide open down the spinal columns once more as I inhale with great urgency, I further my stride picking up my bricked feet higher than before. I've gotta keep running, even with my eyes blearing out that light transcending the dusk awaiting the moon's arrival. Breathing in spits fiery salt upon my throat, racking my knees together begging to vomit this compose sluggish in its motion to drip further my exphoagus. No tears bead up around the rims of my eyes, even as my body's limits stretch thin like a mist dissipating once the sun rises up. My eyes go on flickering over my path’s views, a spruce tree to the right about ready to shake its dead weight for this winter’s kiss soon to arise over the forest’s true peacefulness. A raven boasts aloud its squawking terror just as it whooshed by my left; must of saw my gold hoop earring from the treetops it earlier perched upon while I hurled past the remaining rays of light still peering through the thicken tree branches all intertwined with one another.
Every blink or eclipsed sight I take in, the world of night seeps more and more over this day; this last day of my sane dreams come falling back to earth and into a cloak of dark horror. My eyes track back down the dirt path edged out the mother earth's greater green, clumps of yellowed leaves crumble under these feet of night laced up in a pair of black Puma tennis shoes, making a silent patter on the ground but a rattling storm on these leaves clattered about. I think I’m scared, maybe afraid of something in every turn, howl, and flutter of wings. I curl my lips in a painful twisting expression of terror, my heart double times at a motion unseen just before. I want to stop running, I feel like I’m running for my life, I can't stop running it's depending on my life to keep going. My head is pulsating like a stereo on past high, my sight is jarring out of time with every step I cry out for, Begging to my soul's deepest well of strengths to go on just a few more steps, only another acre of forest. I can't stop for a life of my own or anything to be still and let myself be grabbed out into this periling hellhole.
Drip
Drip
Drip.
Icy droplets drizzly descend gently upon the dusk hour layering the forest with a liquid calming. Almost enough to put me to rest, Almost that is.
