She runs. Runs some more. She runs to a point where she forgets what she's running from. Her lungs now filled with a sharp pain that she feels after so much exertion.
She slows and comes to a halt. Her breathing, even. Sweat breaking through the creases of her face.
She remembers. She remembers when he spoke empty promises and hollow words. She remembes when he left and how simple it was for him to do so.
She knows why she runs.
And the pain hurts more than anything she's ever felt.It hurts. Make it stop.
So she begins to run again.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.