Running

I’m running away from them,

weaving in and out of the trees.

Everything is white,

blank like paper.

I can hear them shouting,

hear them running.

But they’re not shouting,

they’re just running.

Running.

I turn around a wall,

it gets higher.

There is no direction,

no end, no start, no finish line.

Just running.

 

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