Escape

I don't want your arms
around me
not anymore
I have been set free
from your grasp
To have your arms again
would be a deathtrap
No more suffocation
I can finally breathe
Footsteps...
First instinct:stop and listen
Closer;Faster;Louder
Second:RUN!
Too late
You have found me once again
Relief and worry wash over me
Now if you could only see
I need to escape
Hurry!
Thoughts of worry
Rushing through me
Adrenaline pumping through
my veins
I hope no one will notice the blood stains
Running red;Fast;gushing even
But who cares?
No one dares
I can feel
the rush
The need for more is agonizing
But first priority is to clean up
the mess I've made