Run ( To Get ahead )

She runs
Never looking back
Over her shoulder

She has her reasons
Especially for disliking this meanest
Most dreadful of seasons

Nape of neck kissed with Autumn lips
Chilled breath without provocation
Bites

It nips her heels
As the days become colder
And older grow the nights

She still feels
Nothing

Above
The sun floating along an ocean of blue is not missed
Always seeking her out
Like an all-knowing ever-watchful
Judge-mental eye

Incapable of piercing the solitary black cloud
Looming overhead in the sky
Where surely all things purely innocent
End up going when they die

And even now
To this very day
She can't help but run

Behind
Is where she left the past
So unkind it was

Somewhere
Back there in time
Everyone she knew
She left for dead

And even now
To this very day
She can't help but run

To this very day
They've never caught the one
Who got away with murder
So much violence
Committed
In horrific acts of self defense

Despite all the mutilated bodies recovered
From their shallow graves
Just below the frosted ground

There was not a single head to be found

Hence, another one of the reasons why
She runs