allie.brooke
three one five. Ache
Run. Feel the soft, caving earth beneath your feet and let it remind you that nothing is stable, not even your most natural home. Ducking under branches that grab at your hair and pull you back. Demanding a choice: rip your tangled hair from the roots and run free, or stay handcuffed. Dig your feet in and feel the mud between your toes, seeping into the cracks on the soles of your feet. With a deep, ugly, embarrassing scream, grab the branches as they spread across your scalp and break them. Jump side to side over fallen logs and laugh as you feel the wind whip through your hair unevenly. The patches quicken the cold while the gasps of winter run slowly and hauntingly through the mane you have left.
Run. Laugh and cry and let the weeds split your ankles because you deserve it. Feel the textures of God's playground and be mesmerized. You don't need anything. You are free. Run.
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three one five. Ache
Run. Feel the soft, caving earth beneath your feet and let it remind you that nothing is stable, not even your most natural home. Ducking under branches that grab at your hair and pull you back. Demanding a choice: rip your tangled hair from the roots and run free, or stay handcuffed. Dig your feet in and feel the mud between your toes, seeping into the cracks on the soles of your feet. With a deep, ugly, embarrassing scream, grab the branches as they spread across your scalp and break them. Jump side to side over fallen logs and laugh as you feel the wind whip through your hair unevenly. The patches quicken the cold while the gasps of winter run slowly and hauntingly through the mane you have left.
Run. Laugh and cry and let the weeds split your ankles because you deserve it. Feel the textures of God's playground and be mesmerized. You don't need anything. You are free. Run.
1. I
2. am
3. the
4. villain
5. in
6. the
7. stories
8. I
9. tell.
10.