Hurry Home

Out of breath, still running.

Don't you dare look back, go!

The faster and farther your legs take you,

the closer you are to coming home.

Fingertips claw at your heels,

and you can't, you just can't go any faster.

Your feet are screaming and your mind is reeling,

pushing you forward, but you still fall down.

Scratching at the dirt, to no avail,

they have their nails buried deep in your skin,

your legs torn to shreds,

bleeding out, you'll never get home now.

And they don't kill you, even as you beg.

Drinking up your agony, they grow.

And as you shrink out of yourself into a puddle,

they wear your skin and take you home.