she walks
faster
faster
FASTER
till she broke into a sprint
tearing thought the thick morning fog, like a bullet crossfire
her shoes hitting the pavment
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
fast.
THE MORNING SUN BREAKS THROUGH THE HORIZON
changing the light from grey to orange
her lungs are two balls of fire
scorching her
on the inside
on the outside
on all sides
LONG STRANDS of auburn hair whip behind her like a wake
thin flexible pencils that write out the script that is her life
they are reins that propell her backwards.
she continues to run past the houses
past the little blue boats
past the harbor
past the trees
past everything untill she is staning on the edge
the jagged cliff at her feet giggles as she breaks it off
it sighs up at her as she steps closer to the edge
it gasps as she falls
and her hair is her cocoon
the strands wrap around her
as she falls
faster
faster
FASTER
