Finger Trigger

Marathon

I run

trying to escape the horrors of life.

Everything I fear

slithers behind me

snapping at my heels.

I try to catch my breath,

but there is nowhere to stop.

My lungs burn as I push myself harder.

I shriek as a tentacle wraps around my ankle.

I am dragged deeper and deeper into the

Pit of Sorrow

despite my efforts to claw my way out.

Looks like I have lost the marathon