Bare feet hitting the treadmill.
Hear the echo as they hit the base, bouncing off the brain.
Love the blinking numbers that tell how much I’ve run away from.
Relish the empty pit in my stomach.
Love the feel of collar bone against my finger tips.
Running on the wings of madness.
Make myself disappear.
It is the thing that makes me strong, so that I don’t need, don’t want, don’t feel.
It is my cape of invisibility.
Just two more, just five more, just a little bit more, run faster, run longer, just run!
“Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.”
It’s almost erotic.
Skin and bones,
Soaring high above the madness.
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
Just
One
More
(*Lyrics-A Flock of Seagulls)
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