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Sub Urban
Running down a hill in the middle of the city
Sneakers pounding on the pavement
Every time I scream
I feel the wind slam into my throat.
Occasionally a bug finds its way into my mouth or eyes
choking me, blinding me,
the physical echoes of what I've felt inside.
I can see the train tracks from here
Of all the times I've run this street as a release
I've never run this far.
I hear the train in the distance, a warning.
Time for a decision--
Will I slow down
Or let the momentum carry me to oblivion?
