The Chase

Something shifted in the air tonight. Shadow moved beneath the light. My heartbeat tripped

against my will. I could sense what I couldn't feel.

Footsteps echoed somewhere close behind. A tremor crawling up my spine. And every instant

whisper, run before the danger fully came undone. Breathing sharp,

my vision tight. Pressure building into flight. I didn't choose this fear in

me. It rose like fire suddenly. This is the chase,

my pulse a drum I can't escape. Every breath a fragile blade.

Cutting fast through everything. This is the chase, feet on pavement,