Fear
Muscles tense, eyes shifting 'round.
Throat tight, stomach full of knots.
I run faster and faster...
'Have to keep going.'
I look behind me;
It's getting closer.
I run faster and faster...
I let out a sob.
I can feel it closing in...
It pounces on me.
I look into it's red eyes
And I feel nothing but fear
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