run.

oh run, little girl, run for your life, run,

save your soul, save yourself,

body, bound in black chains of insanity

yes, this, this is insanity.

black fur, ivory claws—

—wild eyes, wild night,

tense muscles, running; no, flying across hard packed dirt

blurs and colours and pale shades of smell but

just

fast, oh-so fast, awfully fast.

something burns in her chest, sears,

scalds,

shrieks,

writhes,

coils.

a cry for mercy, a whimpering plea and a scream,

it is a scream-of rage anger madness

and spitfire insanity and oh how it kills her

slowly

from the inside

out.

heartbeats,

drums loud and hot and cold

opposites, poison surging

she needs control.

control.

control.

S T O P.

now, oh now is when she begs and screams for the fire to come back

it is freezing, so bitterly irreversibly terrifying horrifyingly cold

she lies curled on her side,

tracing

pictures, swirls, family into the soft, slick mud

and a raindrop

falls

in.

and suddenly, there’s more and more and,

she cries.

cries, oh heaven save me,

wails to the heavens and begs for their white tears to fall

upon the scars on her back,

pleads for the skies but

they only cry and cannot

help.

and she’s so finished and oh so broken

this little girl, the fight in her

flickers, dims, swells,

a match in a vacuum

sobbing in the cold mud

so let it rain,

and let it pour,

and let the heavens mend my soul

let them wash from my mind

it’s all i ask,

let me be

free.