RUNNING (standard:other, 169 words)
Author: DAVID TUMUSIIME	Added: Feb 13 2003	Views/Reads: 3523/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
prose poem really of which am not quite sure the meaning except it still holds me when i read it.

RUNNING 

When the man started running, there was no catching him. But how can you
catch a man who is running for his life? There is no catching such a 
man. He runs with all the strength of his life in him. Even as you 
chase closely behind leading him into the darkness of the mattoke 
plantation. It is night and there is little of the moon. It is dark and 
he is afraid. He breathes and you can hear his panting so clearly, huh, 
huh, huh, it goes. You know he is tired. The blood boils in your veins 
until it is hot like boiling water and you are excited and it is a 
thrill. You come upon him and he cowers before you and there is no moon 
and it is dark and there is silence and you know you are going to kill 
him. And you are so excited. Kill! Kill! Your blood screams. You are 
hard and soft and killing is not hard at all. 


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