Prey
You are the fox
I am the rabbit
You have backed me into a corner
I have solved your mystery
Too late.
You sneer and slink in for the kill
I cower and hide
You know you've already won
I've already lost
No use.
You are in no hurry
I just want to escape
You cherish my discomfort
I shift uneasily, anxious
There is no silence
Yet neither of us moves
An inch.
There is no chaos
Yet I hear the erratic beat of my heart
Is this the end?
Finally?
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