Wednesday, January 23, 2013

"Pursued" by French Fry Bird


No, no, no
Go, go, go
Run.
They’re following you.
Fear spikes through your heart.
Round the corner.
Round another.
And another.
You’ve lost them.
Keep going.
They’ll catch you.

Skid to a stop as you reach a dead end.
Catch your breath, maybe they won’t find you.
A shadow looms in the entrance.
You jump up, turn to run--
Nowhere to go.
No way to run.
No escape.
You’re done for.
Shrink away into the corner.
More loom into view.
You don’t want this, but
This is it.
One reaches for you with a triumphant hand...
“Tag! You’re it!”