Thursday, April 14, 2011
Her footsteps thud in time with her heart, each a traitor to the other. Rusty air pierces her lungs, sometimes she closes her eyes. It doesn't matter. She knows where she's going but not how to get there. Her direction changes with the wind. She doesn't know why she is running anymore. She just knows she is running away from something that once lived in her, something she thought she had defeated. Like the world has forgotten how to stop turning she has forgotten how to face her shadow. She runs knowing that one day, one day she will trip.