the train comes
so run
the noises zigzag across your forehead
hit it, make it stop
catch the train
it’s closer now
the noise gets
louder.
it comes, so
get away
but that’s impossible, you can’t run
from your own
legs
they stomp your
feet onto the sharp rocks
and ow
i see my bones but i’m still
running
yes, you have a choice
it’s this:
hurt me, or
die
i don’t care about the fog
i have laser vision, you should get some
i know there is a
beached sperm whale with four
of its teeth ripped out
right behind you
but don’t worry
it’s dead.
there are other things to make us
run
but i’m so tired
will someone let me
go home?