Her lips parted
With shock
As she glanced behind her
As she felt the familiar sensation
Of panic build up
Deep inside of her
Her eyes widened
And she shook her head
Her arms
Falling limp to her side
She sank into the muddy ground
Placing her hands
Over her head
Forcing herself
To move on
She raced through the woods
Her movements slow, jerky
Her feet slip clumsily
On pieces of jagged stone
Stumbling across the slippery grass
Her fear of the nightmares
Of the awful flashbacks
Slowing her down
Wind whipped at her hair
Blurring her vision
She ran away
From the voices that haunted her
Every day in her sleep
Her eyes fierce
Her eyes wild
She muffled a scream
The cruel, raging words
Still fresh in her mind
She clung onto
Her muddy dress
Hanging in dirty tatters
Around her frail body
Chest heaving
They were chasing her
Chasing her, just like they did in her dreams
Chasing her, just like the demons in her dreams
Just like they jeered at her
Every time she walked
Her legs gave away
She fell to the ground
She remembered the hands poking
And the hands prodding
Punching her skin
Flashes raced through her mind
The voices grow louder
The insults grew harsher
The yells more threatening
Chasing her
Chasing her, just like the demons in her dreams
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
