Running

She spends her time running.

A couple of drinks here and there

With a lemonade chaser.

Swallowing back the flames

Hoping the shame burns with it.

She spends her time running.

Secret encounters that make

Her head spin.

The faces blur behind her eyelids.

Their names? She doesn't remember.

She spends her time running.

Rivulets of smoke escapes

Her lips. She ascends.

Reality fades once more

And her mind goes silent.

She spends her time running.

With her fists closed at her sides.

It still seems to follow her.

She spends her time running.

But still, the illness manages to catch up.