I want to run so hard
my breath stabs at my lungs,
with an icy vengeance.
I want to run blind
until I run out of street,
or collapse from sheer exhaustion.
Birds will swoop in suicide loops,
shrieking and cawing as they mock my falling,
but I won't care this time.
You know I've walked these streets,
I've prowled these concrete sheets of city heat.
I've danced in the rain
when the
fires came and brought shame,
to the soul-mate game.
I dug my fingers into the source of her life,
the heart of her strife,
and a place I'll find in myself tonight.
So I run over broken bottles, paper, feathers
and other sidewalk treasures.
No stopping for traffic, red lights,
angry horns blare at the girl with wild hair
and a stare no one should dare to fuck with.
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