When we fall asleep
We dream of being hunted
We are running
Gasping for breath
Each inhalation like a blade
In the chest
We cannot find a rhythm
Our feet are bare
The grass is wet
It tickles our toes
In the daylight they will be stained
And green
We do not know what is chasing us
But we know we are scared
We awake with a gasp
Just before the ending
Perhaps it is a wolf
She mutters
Quietly
But we are not wearing red
And the wolf hunted
Another girl
Perhaps we are hunting ourselves
I think
Trying to find a solution
Working out all the pain and worries
As we run
Scrolling through thoughts
Finding our feelings
Ones we do not show
In the daytime
So we are both hunted and hunter
The sun lifts
We lie awake but tired
How we wish to dream of
Stars and butterflies
We will she says
Tenderly
If we think hard enough
They will come.
