Nicole Johnson

She gazed out the window,
watching as the world slowly disappeared.
It’s never easy letting go.
The memories of yesterday will never be the same.
Her face pressed against the glass, fingers stretched in search of a sign that will save them.
No one existed, the animals have stopped running.
Her face moved vertically to the left as they came through the streets and slaughtered the remaining life forces.
One by one they grew and made a beeline toward the window where she once stood
She was afraid to move as the handle of the door jingled.
It took every fiber of her being not to scream.
Her heart beat outside of her chest as she ran toward the back.
The scratching of the window panes screeched as they tried to get in.
She rocked herself back and forth before placing her shaky palms over her ears,
as the sweat tricked down her cheek.
The voices were still present, but muffled to a near mute.
A voice once raspy has steadied.
They’re gone now.
Lets move.