Bittersweet | #Wattys2016

xi. gingerbread man

Run.

For in the garden of fallen kindred animals and smeared, scented blood,

His hunger awakens with an earth-shattering shudder.

Run.

For he tires of his silly, twisted game of torture, of but another life thrown away

And he desires something beyond the dark depths of inhumanity.

Run.

For he screams out in a language, ancient and unruly, pleading for freedom

Begging to be released in the name of the wicked hunt.

He calls for her.

Run.

For she tramples over the torn limbs and scattered skeletons to fulfill her duty

And thus, unlocks the gates that separate earth far from its evil counterpart.

Run.

For he is free and he lusts for energy, something to satisfy his desperation

For something beyond a simple torment and a mere murder.

Run.

For what he seeks is me, frozen to a brightly coloured bed, stale and stiff

Yet, why will you not listen? Why do you remain still, oh dear feet?

Run.

For he approaches and he laughs with an enthusiasm rambunctious

And he eyes me with a goal that is certain, that locks my fate.

Run.

Run as fast as you can, you can't catch me.

I'm the gingerbread m-

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