I run.
My mind does too.
It's a machine at fully speed,
Whistles blowing,
Lights flashing,
Frantically trying to keep up with my body.
Oxygen from the lungs to the brain, yes;
But emotions going from the heart to my mind turn the air into poisonous gas,
Burning the hurt and fear into my very soul.
I'm a wild animal,
Savage and stupid.
Wide-eyed under the fluorescent lights,
But running blindly through a crowded shopping mall.
Makeup running down my boyish face,
Hands raking anything that becomes close enough to touch.
How I wish I could rake the hurt into your heart and into your mind, instead of an old woman's purple umbrella.
Why have you done this to me?
