MR WOLF

Huffing

puffing

I hearing still his yell

inside my ears.

Huffing

puffing

I seeing still my Swiss Army,

one-two, in-out.

Its picture won’t leave me.

I can’t to breathe.

Eating air.

I can’t to breathe.

Hurry

sprint

speed

lights of shops shoot past eyes,

blinding.

I can’t to breathe.