{"id":1932,"date":"2012-10-23T20:47:55","date_gmt":"2012-10-23T20:47:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1932"},"modified":"2012-10-24T13:42:43","modified_gmt":"2012-10-24T13:42:43","slug":"marchell-dyon1012","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/marchell-dyon1012\/","title":{"rendered":"Marchell Dyon, 10\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>PREY<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In the forest of my mind I am the thing hunted.<br \/>\nIn the forest of my mind I am a rabbit helpless and in my flight.<br \/>\nI am without fangs to defend myself, although, my legs are strong.<\/p>\n<p>So I run.<\/p>\n<p>I run towards a valley I might never reach.<br \/>\nI run because of instinct.<br \/>\nI run for the thing that follows me, it is fierce.<\/p>\n<p>I am fourteen and still believe in shadows,<br \/>\nI see them more than I like.<br \/>\nI see their claws wrap around people.<br \/>\nI pass in the street.<\/p>\n<p>I am fourteen and I am a rabbit on the run.<br \/>\nI am fourteen,<br \/>\nI wish I knew how to hit this illness straight on.<\/p>\n<p>Right now I don\u2019t know how to deal.<br \/>\nMaybe in twenty years,<br \/>\nI will be able to stop running,<br \/>\nAnd turn to face whatever follows me head on,<br \/>\nBut until then,<\/p>\n<p>I run.<\/p>\n<p><em>Marchell Dyon is from Chicago IL. , she has taken various poetry workshops; she is currently working on her first chapbook. 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