Run
By Jazz Daffy
Street lamps go off and still she runs
Soaked to the bone from tears and rain
Her feet hit puddles-- she ignores
How they reflect her pride and pain
Her blood-drenched sleeves are never seen
Within the night this scene is swallowed
Is it more disturbing why she flees
Or the fact that no one followed?
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Copyright 2005 Jess Hager
Published on Sunday, July 31, 2005.
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