RUN
Run, and escape yourself.
Run, become void of desire.
Run, let go of stimulating pain.
Run into the arms of the dull ache.
Run from me.
Fear for your life.
I have cast you out.
You have no place in me.
I’ve carved you out
and I feel lighter.
My hollow body easily
drifts with the wind.
Others spike at my soul:
that which I cannot remove
by virtue that it is always me.
And it aches.
My shell rots
and filth flows into it.
I run faster and degrade quicker.
Grind me down to the very center.
Once nothing is left,
I’ll be free!
A soft and empty smile.
