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running away isn’t an escape anymore

the crushing, closing in of negative space follows
and pervades

i can flee briefly—hiding under a lover

darkness cover me

i give myself to too many, hoping for love
for naught—

at the right time

ill be taken, innocently, in daylight
without having to give all of me

in return for simple pleasure

so i let the darkness consume me again tonight
stars above

blue dashboard light

keep me company on the open road

By Krista Zundel

 

 

Mach 5, 2003

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