she.
the salt
and the sand
the early morning grit
they mixed and they mingled.
her hair
and her heart
both, a mess.
not worth it they said
not worth the pain.
she laughed at them then
haven’t you heard? No pain, no gain.
In the morning, her laugh reverberated
Like electricity coursing through plucked
Steel strings
And she ran.
Her feet pounded the ground like twin hammers
Desperate for the semblances of normality
That always ran faster and escaped.
The grey dawning transfixed a memory
With streaks of violet fire
Moving through the iris like wild horses.
And she ran.
lettersinblackandblue in bold, myself in regular :)
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