I Ran Again

The ouija board said run and I ran. Face first against walls I scrubbed hands prints from broken brothers. My father says, are you going to run again? This man has no clue of the sharks and barracuda. Yes, he's seen it before, the women with waggled tongues and holes in the centers of their heads after head. I ran again. I'm running still. Thinking of ways to bypass the broke and scared. My mom says whatever. Am I a zombie now that I've died and am still moving? My hunger is not for brains, it is for brawn.