Vacation?

The water runs over my dirty body; brief relief fills these aching muscles.  Five days alone on this island, I am positive they will not find me.  How long until discovery?  There are no clues to help them.  Home calls, can you hear?  Memories creep slowly; hysteria whispers closer.

Blue skies start turning red; animals become enemies, even small sweet innocent ones.  Hope, unlikely.  Giving up, inevitable.  Birds fly above; envy boils inside.  Voices heard in close range, but their rescue comes too late.  Death sought after and found what it wanted.  So much for an all inclusive, exciting vacation.








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