I am running my fingers through miles of skin.
From my veiny arms to the echo of my mind.
I am running and running,
Cigarettes and coffee stained teeth,
Refusing lunch and red cuts,
I abuse my skin,
Fasting hours i cant achieve,
Gallons of water and mint breath,
And i run my pale, deathly fingertips,
From my collarbones,
To my navel,