Death
Running is the one thing that we can do to survive
Large creatures roam the destroyed park
Searching for their prey
Running, falling, bleeding
Velociraptor eyes darting from side to side
They discern our scent through the blood
Closing the gap between us
Throwing open doors, searching for sanctuary
Capture the comfort of a cabinet
Dark, deserted, desolate; hiding from the dangers outside
Growling, scratching, stalking into our safe haven
Hungry with determination to tear us limb from limb
Mistakes made causing us to flee
To our extinction.
Claws shredding the flesh off our bodies
Screaming, crying with blood stained shirts
Holding onto what’s left in this life
We finally understand that no one’s coming to save us
And let death consume our bodies
On this day we realized
Death is inevitable
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