Man Hunt
~Fiona Tompson
The thrill of the chase
I feel as fast as ever
Three feet and I'll have him
He changes and runs at me now
I attempt a change
Misstep, slip
Fall to the left
CRASH!
Leg stinging, I hold my arm
I sit down to check out my leg
I look at my arm
No pain, Just blood
As a memory of that night
A scar remains
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