They watch me
with dark, hungry eyes
waiting

I stumble
running through the wood
roots rise in contempt
of my wayward path

And still they watch
waiting and hungry
feral

No sign of light
no lamppost or guide
to light my way
to the safety of anywhere

Their eyes draw closer
their breath is hot and thick
on my neck

No time to turn
no time to run
no time to plan
any escape

Their teeth are sharp
shock dulls the pain
they are waiting no more