Dye my hair black and drench my lips in venom red.

Snag a ticket at the bus station in town and watch the country fade away in a blur

Slither off the bus with clasped fingers around one suitcase with both hands reaching towards the gray skies, trying to tickle the glowing Citgo sign

My oxfords slapping the cobblestone as I run down the alley, blades of hair slapping my face with each stride.

I scream only once while running, I scream for freedom

I scream for Boston