Fugitive

All she sees is faces,

their eyes rolling through space

attempting to locate her.

Eyes lock.

THUD.

Body trembling.

THUD.

Information overload.

THUD.

Her whole world is shaking,

a fugitive

running away from life,

her mind is breaking.

Running, running, running,

she’s got nowhere to

hide, hide, hide,

behind her the spies

chasing, chasing, chasing,

after a fugitive

running away from life.

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