Chase Cabins

Welcome to the game, where the prey never escapes.

Cold air creeps under the door.

His boots leave prints beside mine.

A note waits on my pillow.

Something about me he wants to keep.

Every night, I hear my name in the trees.

He says I’m safe here.

Until the horn blows—and the hunt begins.

Now I’m running for my life only

To end up back in his arms…for dinner.