source: Wikipedia

running with the dogs

I’ve been running and running through the streets
of my mind
my body 
is sickly sweet and sweaty
the skin on my thighs 
is red
the shirt 
is sticking to my breasts
my hair 
is glued to my torso
face 
flushed with redness

I’ve been running for so long
carrying someone elses’s pain
but
I’ve been thinking about you baby
seen you everywhere
in the woman on the corner
her stockings were ripped 
half way up her skirt
she smiled, one tooth was missing from her mouth
someone took it out
like you take out an ugly flower from a pretty bouquet
seen you in the man 
stabbed on the crossing
drowned in the crimson lake with a single white swan 
a sign of his immortality

I’ve tripped over few beer bottles and cut my knee open
blood run straight to my white socks
you’re not here to clean me up
no one’s here to clean me up
under the muddy sky
the streets are running after me now
there’s nowhere to hide 
loss overtakes the ankles
puts blisters on your feet 
empties you of the holy water
what are we if 
all the water is drained
what are we if 
there isn’t any flesh left in the flesh
I’m frightened by the longevity of my soul

do we have to live forever?

I’m running with the dogs now
their welcoming bodies are aligned with my legs
even the most faithful woman 
will break 
like a toothpick 
when you call her a whore

I’m running with the dogs now
their welcoming bodies are aligned with my legs