I'm running.
Good thing I payed
cash for the room.
They don't have my card on record.
Thank god
for old fashioned family businesses.
Now I am running,
running towards anywhere
but here.
My breathing is quick,
and my chest
is rising and falling fast.
I take in air.
The air of freedom.
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What Comes Next... [Wattys 2014]
PoesíaViolet has never stopped running. She lives for the wind on her face, and seeing the blur of cars as they drive by. And she has real problems to run from. An alcoholic mother, an abusive ex-boyfriend, and the lowest grades in school. It's time for V...