#WritcoPoemChallenge
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run not looking back into the forest.The cold breeze, the rustling of the leaves beneath my feet as I ran not having anywhere to go.
After the little incident that happened at home I just couldn't bring myself to face my parents. As the harsh cold wind brushed my skin leaving goosebumps on its way.


I had only one destination in mind.
I wasn't going to spend the cold night in the woods. I searched my...