tenor

To pieces.

A wrong turn

On some

Quiet

Dirt road

All too quiet…

Their sounds

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Survival

How many are there?

What

Will they do?

Sweat droplets

And

Tears mingle

Angry breath

Biting

Tearing

Torn,

Nothing left

To

Escape

As

Fear

Draws them

Closer.

Flash of

Time

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Can you

Hear

The growls

In the distance?

Far

Far away,

On that

Dusty

Dirt road.

 

F.

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Lonely Road Forest Gif from tenor

Inspired by Torn to Pieces