Unmarked

Run.
Run while you are still unmarked
By the black cloud that hunts
For your flesh, the storm that devours
Selectively.

You’re not safe.
Today the arrow points at them,
Tomorrow your embers will bear witness
To ashen trepidation’s mane;
Escape.

Leave everything behind.
Nothing is yours. Nothing is ours.
Indelible or not, it will erode,
Every sign of our life, all will be
Unmarked.