The Chase

Atop the stairs,

Down, down, around,

Breathe and ache,

Make no sound,

Hide away,

Are you found?

As in flight,

You speed away,

You cannot fight,

In light of day,

You cannot leave,

You’re forced to stay.

You spin around,

Then her face,

Splits open wide,

And there’s no space,

For you to hide,

You’ve lost the race.

Her gaping maw

Lined with teeth,

Razor sharp,

Beyond belief,

You meet your death,

Crushed underneath.

You wake above

To face your fears,

You’ll die again,

But shed no tears,

For you’ll be back,

Atop the stairs.