And all the ghosts came running.

You are moving fast. 

You are

in the woods

yes

the woods

the American woods

not the Australian forest

maybe even

the Bavarian woods

yes, that's it

colder

foreign

and yet

god

so familiar.

You are in the woods.

And you are moving fast

and there are things ahead

but that's not it

oh no

it's not the ahead the fire in your feet

it's the behind

the behind

the 

run, matty, run

it's dropping silver crumbs

which leap from your heart

and pour from your eyes

unbidden and unwanted 

this trail left behind 

betraying your position

so

run, matty, run

I'm tired

don't stop 

run

SNAP

run

MEMORY

run

GUILT

RUN

FEAR

RUN

FUCKING

RUN

WHAT

RUN

THE

RUN

FUCK?

[it all 

goes

dark]