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When The Clock Strikes Midnight.
Run.
As fast as you can.
In the shadows of the night.
Through the darkness.
The quiet and the stillness.
Run.
As fast as you can.
In one straight direction.
Then twist and turn.
Don't get lost.
Run.
As fast as you can.
Your life depends on this.
He's gaining speed.
Don't get caught.
It's midnight.
And you're gone.
As dead as the night.
As fast as you can.
In the shadows of the night.
Through the darkness.
The quiet and the stillness.
Run.
As fast as you can.
In one straight direction.
Then twist and turn.
Don't get lost.
Run.
As fast as you can.
Your life depends on this.
He's gaining speed.
Don't get caught.
It's midnight.
And you're gone.
As dead as the night.
Published 25th Mar 2011
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Anonymous
25th Mar 2011 3:42am
I like this! It's very straightforward and haunting; gives you a sense of anxiety and the implied mystery of 'what/who is she running from?'
Perhaps changing 'He's gaining speed' to 'My chaser is gaining speed' is leaving a more broad selection of things for the reader to choose from to answer the question.
The last stanza ends it well.
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Perhaps changing 'He's gaining speed' to 'My chaser is gaining speed' is leaving a more broad selection of things for the reader to choose from to answer the question.
The last stanza ends it well.
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