Empty storms
I have already past the ranger
cabin.
I have escaped you for now.
I have lost you off my tail.
Footsteps instantly hide in
visiting snow.
The abysmal dark of the wood
flows through me.
My skin is whipped with the
harshness winds.
That have grown this century.
Winter’s precipitation blows
undirected,
Blinding me from my route
Jagged rocks and bone breaking
stones,
Pass my way as I run.
As I run for my life.
As I run for my safety.
As I run for refuge in this never
ending blanket of snow,
Piercing screams of the
passing wind.
Drowning
calls of the nightlife owls.
Echoing
cracks of the branches and twigs.
Each
step sank into another foot of snow.
Growing
tired, I try to run faster.
Breathing
struggles to keep up.
Labored heart beats push through my chest.
Pocket
blizzards follow my steps.
Knots
freeze in my stomach pulling me down.
Down
to the freezing ground.
Down
to the earth as freedom crushes above me.
Down
to my inevitable death.
Pressure
of the pulsing blood in my ears deafens me.
Senses
getting lost. My eyes blur my vision.
Flames
in my head, scorching my nerves.
In the
freezing cold on top of this mounting my skin begins to sweat.
Each
bead making me thirsty. Dehydration, a new enemy.
With a
bed of melting ice, I catch myself.
Letting
it all fall from my mind and clear.
In a
faint opening of the universe I hear you.
I hear
the cracks of the twigs beneath your feet.
I hear
your breath race from your mouth.
I hear
you call my name.
I hear
you say “Don’t worry, you’re safe now”
