storm clouds were telling me to run
to look back not-so-often
and to go north north north
face the cold and find someone
warmer than this
the smell of the rain had gotten
in my blood somehow
I could feel it molecules alive
talking to me deep in
the dark inside me saying
run
run now, run while there’s
money in your pocket
holes in your memory
(what did you do- try to burn
them out with cigarettes?)
pins and stitches crude
language in your heart
gas in the tank
and fuel for your
obsessions
drive while the rain does
I wonder when will i stop
fighting this and just....

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