it's dark,
she's running
from life,
from fears,
from everything,
running from what she's done.
they're coming for her,
chasing her down,
reaching for her,
hunting her.
she looks back
and can't believe her eyes,
the thing that is chasing her,
teasing her,
hunting her,
is herself.
-k.d.
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life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.