My feet ache

Each step I feel the bones bend and crack

Under the weight of who I’ve become

I can smell the decay on my breath

My eyes once bright are yellowed

The tarnished silver of the mirror

Reflecting a creature

One that once haunted my dreams

Now awakened beneath my very own flesh

That hangs heavy and greyed

Still

I run

From you

From then

From who I was

And who I was supposed to be

Still

I run

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