Through ashy fog, she grabbed her purse

Elevated consciousness only makes it worse

She thought but never spoke

The words

Spit through straws and emptied claws

A generation of giving up

Just run, she stared at the stars

Shooting through her spine

Milking, giving, bleeding dry

clock tick bursting brain cells

Stuck, she's running

Out of time.

The trees have died, her soul

Feels the emptiness too

Rushing from Earth to flesh

the best of her has been spent

In change, but nothing seems to change

Gray and bored of this terrain

To give it all or give it up

A lifeline short of strokes of luck

Just run. Escape.

Erase the face that brought you down

That threw you to this place in

placement permanent frown