by Kim Tairi

As she climbed the stairs, every inch of her body ached and walking wasn't easy. She thought to herself, this is one injury that time won't ever heal. It wasn't at all like the movies... hitting people hurt like hell. Her knuckles were bruised and the ringing in her ears hadn't stopped yet. Watching the light go out in his eyes was sickening and the waiting was making her stomach churn. Death, his death hadn't made anything better... the suffering continued.


Kim Tairi, a poet and runner, is looking for Sanctuary.