run four


she didn’t know she could,
until she did.

and then she died.
…….{just kidding}

but she did watch that wily sun slide
up into the sky like a lemon wedge
on the edge of a mountain-rimmed drink,

lungs on the brink of madness
or surrender. heart on a bender, punch
drunk on pain. legs drained and numb.

sweat-drenched and tamed,
she jogs home.


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1 Response to run four

  1. qbit says:

    “lungs on the brink of madness”!

Use your words.

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