People categorize me as a runner.
But they don’t know what I’m running from.
People say they only run if someone is chasing them.
That they can never find the motivation,
unless life reaches out and bitch-slaps it across their foreheads.
Going down the road on my two feet,
watching the faces of my fellow runners.
What are they running from?
Demons, and more demons.
Haunting. Teasing. Taunting.
They can be fun too.
Is there anyone who doesn’t admit to having at least one?
Does labeling a demon make it go away?
Ask the next person you see running down the road,
ask them what they’re running from.
They’ll laugh at you, murmur something about enjoying the run
but that’s bullshit.
They’ll run off smiling,
later the forehead bitchslapping will come.
So what am I running from?
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