"They say tonight is the brightest moon we'll get in a while."
Crawling through the bushes
dirt climbing under your nails
mud caking to your pants
rocks scuffing up the tips of your shoes
screams run through the air
defying the volume made by the voice of man
following, ruffling inside,
coming through the shrubs
the howls call after,
the howls you're running from
the inevitability chasing after you
the furred monster,
bringing unprecedented dread
as it's feet clunk up behind you
gasping for one last breath
before the monster takes it away.
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