Ana


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,
First mile.
Refusing lunch and red cuts,
Second mile.
I abuse my skin,
Fasting hours i cant achieve,
Third mile.
Gallons of water and mint breath,
Fourth mile.
And i run my pale, deathly fingertips,
From my collarbones,
To my navel,
Fifth mile..

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