Dawn Run Just run. My feet pound on the path, invisible in the pre-dawn darkness. Monotonous rhythm drowning out the anxiety and images: bank balance, angry texts, landlord letters. Don’t run. Running burns calories, which means more food, which takes money. Every step is costing you. Just stop. Just run. I stop a minute. Heart…
Tag: inner monologue
The Prisoner
The Prisoner As the sun heads up to cross the horizon my eyes bore into its burning glow. It peeks through the buildings and washes down the threatening glimmer of the sky that keeps me up at night. As I stare through the window the prickling sting in my eyes grows sharper. Time stretches, drawn-out…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 