she runs,
fleeing
ebony of night 
covers her soul
like the depths of Sheol.
she runs,
cursing
her heels echo sounds
like ancestral drums.
she runs,
revealing her fright
as beads of sweat 
embrace her face
like morning's dew.
she runs,
gasping
shielding her breasts
as winter's moon casts
silhouettes upon 
the city's cold concrete.
she runs,
escaping the hands of enemies
foes
trying to steal her soul-
trying to destroy 
the essence of
Woman
she'd become
she runs 
she runs
she runs.