I wander through this corridor, nothing has changed. Paintings obtaining the same faded memories, cascading dreams from long ago. The demon hasn't chased me, not for miles, yet I run--eager to retreat into your arms. Though your arms aren't here, not anymore, they lie just beyond my reach. Each time I get closer I slip farther away, trembling in fear of this demon who owns my existence, each and every breath I take. So I hide in a new disguise, drenched in black and blue. I'm not suffocating, I didn't drown. I'm still here, running with the echoes of footsteps of those before me. Trying, trying not to trip over my shoes, and let him surpass me, controlling the key to my mind, and spirit.
For now, I'll keep running, though I feel a flood of relief, I just want to run. Until I'm safe from the harms of my own.
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