Running my way home
Avonwood Road
I run to the scene of my undoing
the day’s wounds. With each breath,
I blow screams away.
They lurk deep, pressing, about to catch me
in their noise, threatening
to make strangers
stare too long.
It is unimportant
why they push to the surface.
Screams find throats for whatever reason.
Run fast enough for long enough, and I convert mine,
break them. Pain now dispersed
muscle and bone, soft tissue,
forgiving.
posted by DPMcManus @ 9:51 AM
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