Death closes in.         
               Shots. Two of them. 
Hit and a miss.
Tear through flesh,
bones, and organs.
The ground meets me.
Closer...
Finding my legs,
I make my way
upright again.
I can’t let the
cold ground meet me.
Closer...
I run faster,
away from death.
My second chance.
Raised: a phoenix.
Ground can’t meet me.
Closer...
Death has followed
me everywhere.
Hooves clap on the
cold, hard pavement.
Ground can’t meet me.
Here...
I stop running.
Bad decision.
Headlights and horns.
As souls exit
the ground meets me.