"I just want all my secrets back, I don't want anyone to know anything about me anymore."

she knew him the same way a ghost knows its shadow.

white
and red
blood
and snow
clouds
and her
red
converse.

tired
and weary
eyes
bleary
fire
yearned
lessons
never learned.

world
of cold
freezing her soul
frost covering her skin.
she doesn't want
to let the shadows in

darkness threatens
red pouring
from her calves
staining her red converse
with red
redder than
her
frostbitten face

"--they're too happy
to have to deal with my problems."

she wore hightops
and a tattered
old book bag.
and she liked
to tie
her red converse
to it's straps.
and walk
across
the fire escape.

the metal
beneath
her socked feet
was cool
and x-ed
and black.

she ran,
and she laughed
or she ran
and she cried
but she ran
and she ran
for it was all
she could do.

fire in her lungs
dust in her mouth
keep going,
keep going
run
to the south

yellow
and tan
footprints
in the sand
her red
converse
leave
trails

an imperfect daughter
looking for water
disappointment
follows
each step.

sand in clothes
in her hair
twixt her toes
she runs
with her red converse.

will she ever come across
an oasis, lost
or will her bones
stay hidden,
in the sand.

Run
Run girl
Run

Through the woods
he follows her
Up and down
Goes the path
In and out
Goes her breath

He follows her
And she is
Careless.
Crack
Goes the branch
Rustle
Goes the leaves

The only wise decision
Made that day
Was the dark clothes she wore
But her converse
An attractive
Bright
Red.

She didnt want
To leave them behind.
So she tucked them
Into her shirt.

Snap
crack
The twigs scream.
She doesnt hear
The sounds of footsteps
Drumming into his skull

The glint
Of a knife
From the moon
Attracts
Her attention
And she hits him
With her precious
Converse.

She runs
To the street
And the steetlights
Fill her eyes
Pools
Of fear
And yellow light.

She runs
And he leaves
Her alone
For a while.

The next day
She comes back
To find
The stench of rotting flesh
And red converse
Stained
With
redder blood.