Ana

Sweat dripping,

feet pounding,

life renewing,

body slimming.

Slam slam slam.

Feet hitting the pavement.

Rain falling on my face, pouring down from heavy black clouds.

I have to keep going.

Have to keep running.

Have to run away from myself, from my weaknesses.

Have to make myself stronger.

Have to feel something

other than

hunger.

Run.

Run. Run. Run.

Run away.