Run.
Mad, angry, livid, hunted by a sticky-devil-like
Force. Eating tirelessly at the bones, stringy-like-flesh, burning, effortless, like an ash burning pus into your
wounds, beg it stop and God please see your
Pain. Seeping furiously at the core, the ruptured-like heart that beats, faster and faster and faster and there is no breath, there is no beating, there is no fervor.
Empty. Deepening contrived loss of one mountainous man hiding behind his trees, narcissism breeding in the
depths, his beard, his regret, but alas, his words. Burning.
Running. Away from succulence, pretending-like, fullness, suffocating madness in the form of a
Smile. Laughing at you stumbling, leaving an inferno of damnation filled, encased with fear, overwhelmed in
heartbroken madness, branches clawing deep into the blue-red veins to
Escape. Seeing dejection personified, ugly manifested, truth revealed, run for your
Life.
Your unborn children
Your newfangled marriage
Run. Mad. Run. Angry. Run. Livid. For
he can’t stop you.
