Finding the Lost

I awake to

Shaking.

At first I think

The branches above me

Are falling,

But soon realize

It is a person.

Thinking it might be

Him once more,

I get up,

Ready to fight

Or run.

My eyes adjust

To the light.

"Carina?!"

She nods.

"It's me, Willow."

The End

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