She runs away,
knowing he is never
far behind.
He will follow
with his hateful
words and
crushing blows.
She has become
but a shadow of
what she
once was;
a gaunt shadow
of radiant life.
She risks a
glance back and
sees that he is
almost upon her.
Suddenly he is there,
beating,
smashing.
She knows these
wounds are too
much and
feels her lifeblood
becoming one
with the earth.
Death circles closer
and suddenly bears
down upon her.
JOLT!
She wakes up,
slowly realizing
that it was all a
dream.
What is life
but a dream?