Running

Running

By Allie Marie

 

I want you

to see me running

straight into the wounded sun.

 

Burning pieces

of a klaidescope

change and come undone.

 

Beneath my breath

and between heartbeats,

my thoughts are spun.

 

And,  I can’t hear the mind I own.

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