Run
Cool brisk air slaps me in the face
Saying
Wake up
Running
It’s dark like dark chocolate on my tongue as I breathe
Swing my arms
Soar
Legs work against pounds of concrete
Feet slap against pavement making a beat for the birds to
sing to
The sun rises slowly
I speed up
My legs burn with the sun
Then there is no more cool air
Only heat
And I sweat
Sticky
I want to stop
I breathe harder
My lungs laboring hard
My heart is slamming itself against the walls of my insides
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