The Chase

The faster you run
The faster I hide
From the demon
You you give rise to
Clawing inside
Of my guts
Of my belly
My mind
And my head
It’s monstrous
Preposterous
Why can’t you instead
Just run slowly
Less slyly
Not cause me
Such fright
And so spare me the feelings
In which
You delight…
I cower in corners
You chase and you win
Because hide though I might
From your horrible grin
I can see it
With eyes closed
And feel you nearby
In the salt of my tears
As I break down and cry.