By FATIMA MOBIN
S&S Staff Writer
Frantically, I run through the empty woods.
I hear its howling, deep and ferocious.
I have been hiding for years from the beast.
Concealing myself, cowering in fright,
I lurk quietly in the deep shadows,
Where no one will find me, no one will know.
But it is only a matter of time
Before the sinister beast catches up.
Before my past finally catches up.
Before my secrets, deep and dark, are out.
