May 2019
Racing arms and angry sneakers
in a concrete hallway -
my heart beat.
I can't feel my feet.
"This is the floor." I tell myself,
in auto speak.
Who are you?
I am running.
in a concrete hallway -
my heart beat.
I can't feel my feet.
"This is the floor." I tell myself,
in auto speak.
Who are you?
I am running.
I can't tell if this one will make sense to anyone but me.
