Run from the swarms

Their cold glances pinning me,
Beckoning yells echo
As I fail to flee.

A mass of unprecedented heat,
Collecting around me for I am a fresh kill
And they hunger for meat.

Bickering laughter and pointed jabs,
Drinks being swallowed
As I try to keep tabs.

Under their swerving arms, I race,
Yells of disapproval persist
But I do not alter my pace.

Away from their swarming mass,
I am free.


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