• fleeing
    into the horizon
    the forest floor is pushing
    all its thorns into my feet
    to slow my pace

    glancing
    across entire lifetimes
    i wonder how this could have happened
    but at the same time i feel
    bad for it

    the sun is
    golden
    freedom shining
    in the distance

    but i still hear you behind me
    and the dagger
    that you have for me
    is there, it's
    glinting
    this isn't what i was
    prepared for...

    here, now
    at the edge
    the jagged tree-line
    the drop off goes straight down for miles
    you're catching up
    as i am walking
    closer
    and turning
    to see your face before i
    jump
    fall

    and fly.