Running

by Becca   Sep 9, 2022


I hate running,
Forcing
My legs
To power on
Even when
They
Want
To stop.
Sweat curling
Down
My neck.
Tickling me,
Itching
Always wet.
Deep,
Gasping,
Unfulfilling
Breaths.
Never
Enough.
I hate running.
But
I hate
Me
More.

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