I hear the door crack open
My soul rushes through the back of my skull
an egg yolk through the door of an airplane at cruising altitude

My body turns to jello
The air turns to tar

I can't move

I am hovering over my own body watching myself scream
"STOP"

It is as if Hermes himself grabs my body
and gives me the strength and speed of 10,000 men

I run
I run
I run

I catch you 5 steps from the end of your life

I wrap my arms around my personal Achilles
and not for the first time
and not for the last
I find safety in numbers