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Adrenaline
Gasping for air, at a fungus infested tree stump.
The moon brighter then normal, weather much colder then last night.
The wind picks up a strand of my frizzy black hair, and whips it into my face.
I catch my breath and start running.
My jeans and shirt are stained with muck and dirt; my shoes are no longer white.
I can see the clearing.
The sound of my heartbeat is like a drum in my ears.
I Catch sight of my destination, it’s so close I can feel it.
Running pushing myself to the max.
I grab the fence post and yell with my last breath “Home free!”
I know I won this battle.
The moon brighter then normal, weather much colder then last night.
The wind picks up a strand of my frizzy black hair, and whips it into my face.
I catch my breath and start running.
My jeans and shirt are stained with muck and dirt; my shoes are no longer white.
I can see the clearing.
The sound of my heartbeat is like a drum in my ears.
I Catch sight of my destination, it’s so close I can feel it.
Running pushing myself to the max.
I grab the fence post and yell with my last breath “Home free!”
I know I won this battle.
Published 21st Sep 2009
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