Lately

by littlesarahbigworld

I’m not trimming my bangs, still haven’t cut my hair.

I don’t eat much; it doesn’t much interest me.

I am running.

I don’t have much to say, suddenly drawn to brevity, though my skull is swimming with thoughts, words and images coursing through my veins like paint thinner, poison pumped from a broken heart.

Saying, “Run.”

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