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Feb 2016
Run
Run
Run, they say
                                                             ­                            Steady rhythm of feet
                                                                ­                             Lungs fighting and
                                                             ­                                   Sweat flying, toes
                                                            ­                            Curling on pavement.
Catapulting anxiety
Startling, shaking hands
Fingers nimble around the pencil.
Listen to music, soothing .
                                                               ­                                      Close the door
                                                                ­                                    Switch the lock
                                                            ­                            Hear its metallic click,
                                                          ­                                Ignore the pounding
                                                                ­                                 On the other side
                                                                ­               Just focus on what’s inside.
Withering inked pages
Spilled with syllables
Strung narratives singing
Of myths and fables.
                                                         ­                                     Heat, lips pressing
                                                        ­                            Hands sliding, touching
                                                        ­                                       Passion snatching
                                                       ­                           Peace of mind and breath
                                                          ­                                    Inexplicably away.
Bleaching white pixels
Computer screens,
Clicking consoles
Digital galaxies eating
Cast away human sanity.  
                                                                ­                         Wet, soaked sneakers
                                                        ­                     Stretching morning sunlight
                                                        ­                                              Dazzling dew
                                                             ­                                              Hurt lungs
                                                           ­                                        Tear-stung eyes
                                                            ­                                              Raw cheeks
                                                          ­                                           Grass and soil,
                                                                ­                                      Puddles recoil
                                                          ­                                    With every splash.
Run,
We all run
Run away
Run to our own
Remedies,
Those gems
Which allow
A breath of
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air
Eriko
Written by
Eriko  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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