Survival Poem by Jenna Dandurand
Survival
Heartbeats
under your chest,
thumping out of
your skin.
Blood racing
in your veins,
flowing through
your limbs.
Feet plopping,
going down,
rushing on the
cement.
Something growling,
chasing you,
cursing your every
being. It's
caught you,
bitten you,
ripped you to shreds.
You couldn't make it,
finish the race.
You couldn't
do it, win
the bet of survival.
Can you?
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