Survival

Stress brings out the animal

salivating

I can smell it

taste it

my hunger crushes my stomach

my prey senses nothing

I won't let it

my focus

my instincts

forcing me

go for the kill

quick

decisive

getting jittery with anticipation

muscles tightening

crouching

waiting for the right moment

counting down

ready to kill

ready to pounce

ready

no remorse

no fear

my heart pounding inside me

I can feel my blood rushing

through my limbs

dropping into a trance

I see it

innocent

alive

consumed with it's own thoughts

perhaps wondering

what it's forgetting

what it's missing

it's me

moving

blinding

crashing

rolling

surviving