A quarter mile or more
Just to be sure
Passed two thousand miles
A ways back
Slinging coast to coast
Running to
Or possibly just escaping
The fences
Keeping me bound in
As if he will
Be there to follow me
Into the dark
Shame-filled rubble soul
Hiding from
The misleading expiration date
Telling him
How my youth left me without
Baby teeth and
Once-upon-a-times reassuring
There are still
Monsters under the bed
Watching me
Waiting for the moment I fuck up
Not having
Anyone to come and save me.
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