Outrun My Blood

Photo by Linus Belanger on Unsplash

If I could simply outrun my blood I would have won the podium
I'd take the prize money and pay off my debts
No kin of mine wouldn't get it
Use the money as bail to finally set myself free
They all look like crows to me—black-winged, circling

Reminders of a murder scene
My feet start to itch but my roots will remain
Once I feel nostalgic, I'd rather not think of them
Spent half my life pleasing people I share little to no mind
I hope they curse me if that means I'd finally feel alive
Let me run and never to return
If I could do so, I would gladly burn

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Date: January 9, 2025

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