the air has taken shape
of a monster, a beast
that I can’t fend off
it tugs at my heart
it grasps upon my soul
it gnaws at my sanity
as I run for cover
unaware of directions
just so I could get away
from the odious spirit
and its desperation
to swallow me whole
am I gone
am I breaking apart
was I ever whole?
I don’t know much
I have no plans
but to keep running
until goodbye
no longer finds me
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