sirens & doorbells

to forever running [a poem]

emergency exits

a bolting physique

fire alarms, all sing

in solidarity

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descending

descending

the spiraling stairs

steps on cement

a prolonged rememberance

i see you in orange flashes

you witness my mean streak

you witness the fire

youre a burning memory

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a runaway car, dilapitated

hands on the steering

my heart palpitating

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one last look in the rearview mirror

one last look at my crime

one last place to run from

i see you in the hindsight

your face subtly foreign

i look away like always

i feel just like a child

foot on the pedal,

i accelerate

a trail of smoke

a trail of everything

left behind

-

headlining the news

a building burned to the ground

a pile of black soot & crumbling concrete

a cause of rapid fire

im losing, cant you see?

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i will empty the drawers

i will leave before dawn

i travel light or at least

thats what i tell everyone

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i run at the sound

of sirens & doorbells

i run because i can

i run because it is easy

it is easier than you

calling the police

and saying: "this person

isnt who i thought she would be"

~ Ash