Run

socks soak up the coffee drops
that you spilled on the floor
you wipe it away
hoping no one sees
in disgust you frown
let’s get defeated today
messes get out of control
in front of others
let’s repeat what we say
every morning
‘sleeping won’t bring death’
but running
will entice its withered hands
to reach for your throat
run, girl run!
towards the horizon
and before the setting sun
let’s get defeated
let’s lose
under the juice drenched sky
spilled all the orange on the nice blue
upended, bare feet
let’s leave the mess behind

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