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Running Fast, Too Fast

Running fast, too fast.
The air is gone from my lungs
I'm too afraid to stop, or breathe, or remember
As i sprint the sand hits the back of my legs
My foot falls on a shard of glass
A scream escapes me
Silenced by my lips.

I try to pick myself up.
It's hard, my heart feels heavy
The night is too dark for anyone to notice
Was I crying? The wind numbs my face
My feet are moving forward
Someone cries out my name
I turn but only the stars face me.

I step onto the boardwalk.
The sand grits against the wood grains
When i reach the grass the dew grips my ankles
Every noise is amplified threatening to awake him
The screen door squeaks ajar
I hold my breath
His breathing changes. He's awake.

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