Chasing it so far that my stocking is torn and my breath is ragged.
I doused nearby lilies in the scant amount of kerosene that remained in my pocket.
The trees lit up with deep purple electricity in judgement.
For a moment my mind rolled past my object of desire.
I could smell it’s tracks beyond the crackling moisture.
Focus reaffirmed it’s grip on my legs and I ran.
Until I could no longer see the crest of either mountain. I ran.
And all at once, sitting upon an old wooden fence, there it was.
Machinery blasted nearby somewhere but it did not flinch from the sound.
It winked and beckoned me close.
Knowing my goal, it beckoned me anyways.
It took my hand and without knowing why, red infringing on my mind,
I snatched it back and ran in horror.
Crazed Intuition 
Excellent descriptive writing! Matched so well with the picture. Love it.
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Thank you Cubby, it was a really quick one that came to me 🙂 One of those, you have to get out poems.
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Haunting words. Love the photo as well!
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Thank you Jack 🙂
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