no(n)sense

my eyes start to hurt
the cross
air between breaths
standing still and then falling
becoming
begone
start and stop
this will be the end
frown and then look at your shoes
desperation is stepping over grief
and then my legs hurt
my voice goes numb
eyes twitching
dot the i
"leave me be. leave me here in my complaining sick sad little world." (incubus)

the hunted

we came into an opening for the first time in hours. the jungle was very dense and this was like a moment to breathe. they were faster and obviously catching on us, so we had to move faster. the leader thought it was a good idea to pause, but the rest of us continued walking and couldn't look back when we heard the gunshot.
It was only a matter of time.