Hammers

Pounding

IN

the back of my head.

I fear to turn,

OR

maybe, I will see you there.

I am scared to run,

AS

I may run towards you.

Faster

Faster

Faster

The hammers hit me

And 

Slower

Slower

Slower

my breathing becomes

Slower

Slower

Slower

my heart beats 

and then

IT

Stops.