The ground was cold, wet with blood
The impact, hard and sudden
The wind rushed passed his eyes
The glass twinkled in the sunlightThe window gave way with a final jerk
He continued to hit it with desperation
His hands were slick with his blood
The glass shattered and wounded him.He punched at it furiously, hurriedly
He dashed for the room, for the light
Running in his abject terror
He spotted safety in the other roomDesperately, he searched in darkness
He had to get away from that thing
He heard the claws scrapping the floor
The monster began its gibberingThe undulating mass stared at him with hunger
His eyes adjusted to the darkness
He heard the other-worldly voice garble
“Run, and you will die tired.”
-Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 
Clever work! 🙂
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