17
the prickly heat
absorbed her body
as she ran.
an invisible fog
unable to be stopped
as it engulfs her.
her mind is erased
of her final destination,
fighting as hard as she can
to not surrender the memory of
where she came from.
the overwhelming smells of the forest
soak into her nostrils
leaving her nauseous and terrified.
the constant sharp rise
of the hairs on her neck
throws her off
and she begins to walk
in the direction she disembarked from.
a dark future taunting her,
and developing faster with every step
floods her mind
and inevitably
she is left behind.
Anxiety
Isabella Roessler