I don’t confront the predator; instead I run away,
dying before knowing running was what made me prey.
The ghost of me flails aimlessly, longing to fight back.
I could have, should have, fought the monster.
I let it attack.
I don’t confront the predator; instead I run away,
dying before knowing running was what made me prey.
The ghost of me flails aimlessly, longing to fight back.
I could have, should have, fought the monster.
I let it attack.