Run!

Run.
Run faster, Go.
Tall Grass whips our legs.
Laughter hides being terrified.
Get up.
Come on, Get up.
It was just a Rock.
Come ON!
Running again.
A bit of a limp and
blood on my lip.
Are they coming?
Did they see us?
I don’t see them.
I can’t hear them either.
No way in hell we’d stop running.
Lets go home.
Through the park
And over the Bentley’s fence.
Mom’s hanging laundry.
What in god’s name?
You have blood on your lip,
And a bit of a limp.
I don’t want to know,
And if your father finds out,
I won’t lie.
Come on, we’ll get you cleaned up.
Yes and a slice of pie.
She messes my hair, and I know he’ll never know.