"pounding pounding pounding
my heart, matching the beat of my feet upon the ground.
they are all I can hear over the harshness of their voices beating me down
their force is propelling me along
my legs are pumping, hitting the pavement, carrying me as fast as they can.
the bile is rising in my throat ,
they're coming to me relentlessly
and all I can ever do is
run from them endlessly."
-m.c
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
