2. Run

She was running.

Her whole life,

she’d been running.

Through cities,

across lands,

over oceans,

under skies no one claimed.

The gold leaf cracked beneath her feet.

Her aura shone

like a rave too bright to end.

Blood rushed through her ears —

kick drum in her chest.

Almost there.

Just one last stretch.

She leaned forward,

fell into speed.

Then came the tiredness.

She fell asleep.

And in her sleep,

she kept running.

Still moving.

Still burning.

Still alive.