Feet pounding against concrete
Night air cuts me
Mile one is never easy
Its working though
Everything is melting away
Her leaving
Him dying
Picking up pieces of a broken life
Each contact with the pavement reverberates like a pulse from impact up through my shins, knees, hips, spine, cheeks, eyesight into my skull to pound out the pain, confusion, and fear.
Until there's nothing left but rythym........ pulse, breathing, impact