Don’t look

Don’t look

There’s no point in it

Please.

Don’t look

Don’t look

Oh.

Now that you’ve seen

what I did not want you to,

Will you stay here?

Please?

No, of course not.

You’d rather run

Just like the others.

But you’re not afraid

Are you?

“...Tuning a perfect person is impossible

For no one is perfect

Don’t you of all people know that?”

Why have you stayed here?

You said you were

Going to leave

What made you stay?

Was it a kind boy’s eyes

A girl’s welcoming arms

A family’s embrace

Or something worth more?

The cold, sweet touch of success.

“...Leaves you so bitter I could taste their

Black heart in my mouth…”

I’ve been wondering,

Pondering,

Hurting

If it wasn’t success you sought,

What was it?

You drive me mad

I can’t figure out who you are

Anymore

“Tell me why we’re running. Please, I know you promised we wouldn’t die, but I’m scared.”

“I can’t tell you, just please, if I fall behind, keep going.”

“Don’t we need each other? It won’t work if-”

“No time to talk, it’s time to go. It’s time to run.”

(Janurary 2019)