Run

As she strolled along the corridor an ancient feeling came,
That primal urge to speed her steps, felt deep inside the brain.
She willed herself to keep control, a slow pace to retain,
But the wish to check behind her persistently remained.
Now just because she told herself her feeling was insane,
This pile in the corridor is what's left of her remains.


Edited because the first version had some issues. :)