I came here to escape.
To get away.
Now I’m being smothered by
this place.
Who do i talk to?
I don’t want to run anymore
but I don’t know what else to do.
I feel like I’m running from my shadow.
A dark image who’s every move
is based off you.
I eat.
But my stomach feels empty.
I laugh.
Something’s missing.
Every word from your mouth
Dismissed and meaningless.
I’m listening intently
but I don’t hear a thing.
I watch as your lips
open and close.
Time slows.
ah there.
You froze.
I examine the frozen
mannequin made out of plastic.
There.
Your lips move again.
I began to feel nauseous.


My breathing picks up.
My vision a blur.
I look down.
It’s happening.
I can’t stop.
My adrenaline is rushing.
Again.
I’m running.