Run

I don't want to run. I don't want to turn away from what I know I must do. My fate is tied to me. I slash at the strings around me, keeping me with my future, but they draw closer. The more I fight, the closer they come.

Your face is breaking up. Splitting away, mouth a round o of shock. The crowd is a wave, drawing back as one. Did I do this to myself? To you?

The floor is twisting in agony. Red sunset scrawled across it. My footprints walk alone. The ground buckles, throwing me into what must be. It will happen. I resist, buy time with more tears, bargain with screams.

The sky is burning, writing my heart across the heavens. Like a book, the markings make sense if you know how to read them. My eyes are on fire, weeping tears of scalding clouds. No clouds ever hurt so much.

I want to run. Run where?