October 12, 2008 - 2:08am — Anzel
Like the sound of a drum, her feet beat upon the ground with the eye of nondefeat. I see her, and I think of how much I wish I was her. Within that other world where all the pretty deer play.
I see her, running on and on away from non and non...and I ask her..."What is it that you are running from?"
Silence never leaves her, with her feet scraping away the dirt from the land in her spot truly held. And I say, "You know you cannot run from me forever..."
I collapse to the ground, my eyes set upon the eternally running doe; my legs bleeding.
My eyes fill with dust.
