They circle, waiting for the “right” moment to attack. Shadows from the dark clouds overhead and the predators above criss-cross my body, knowing at any moment their powerful jaws could clench on my throat, slowly choking away life and draining the lifeblood coursing through my veins, and tearing flesh from bone.
I wait patiently for my turn, thirsting for the end, knowing when my time comes, death will be a relief from the constant stress of not knowing if today is my day. Not knowing...seconds and minutes ticking their way into hours and days, and days, and days. My eyes, now cold and lifeless, used to sparkle with life and anticipation of each day. My breathing is heavy and labored, struggling for each raspy breath, trying to find the will to survive.