Fugitive.

Monday, September 3, 2012 at 3:21 pm | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
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I had the strongest urge to run today
away
the muscles in my legs twitched and
I could feel my spine getting ready for motion
my mind’s eye visualized the escape routes,
vaguely,
saw the seat on a bus, train, but most likely an airplane
with me and a book
learning a language to make conversations
with other fugitives from their current lives
this wasn’t a new or strange urge though, it’s become routine even
soon I won’t be able to withstand it anymore
my body’s preparation for escape
soon
the urge won’t be contained with a deep breath and
a call for patience

Sona
September 3, 2012
Long after midnight

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