Avoidant

Avoidant

My lungs shudder

and my feet are numb,

but still, I run even when

I can't remember why, 

all I know is that I feel 

terrified. Whatever is 

chasing me is long

behind me, hidden in the 

dust I have stirred up 

in my wake--perhaps this is 

all just a big mistake and 

there was nothing hunting

me down in the first place.

Yes, maybe there are no other

competitors in this senseless 

race, but I am not one to take 

chances, so I will maintain my 

stance and keep running until 

I can no longer stand upright.