KAIA
The ground is damp beneath my bare feet as I run.
I don’t know where I’m going or why I’m running.
But I know one thing; They’re coming.
My heart pounds louder than my footsteps but even louder are theirs.
Heavy.
Sure.
Hungry.
I don’t see them but I feel them. In my bones. In my thudding heart. In my catching breath, my cold skin, in the way the soil bites into my bare feet and the way the tree branches scratch my skin as if they are trying to hold me back for them.
They’re behind me.
Hunting.
Their presence coils around me like smoke and shadow and promise whispered against the skin.
I think I know them.
Or do I?
Fingers I’ve never seen, yet feel like a memory.
Teeth I’ve never felt, but my neck aches for.
Voices that have never spoken, but I hear in the pounding of m
