I packed up my life
in boxes,
bags
and suitcases
and moved down to the sea.
The part of me
that knew I was running away
also knew,
deep down,
that I couldn't hide.
And so,
two years on,
having said goodbye
to the grey stone city
and the smoke,
my demons have tracked me down.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
I packed up my life
in boxes,
bags
and suitcases
and moved down to the sea.
The part of me
that knew I was running away
also knew,
deep down,
that I couldn't hide.
And so,
two years on,
having said goodbye
to the grey stone city
and the smoke,
my demons have tracked me down.
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