I have two bruises on my ankles,
One apiece.
My right hand is scratched up
And both are clammy,
Smelling of metal.
My spine creaks with each breath,
Adjusting with each take of air.
My shoulders, quads ache
Along with the pads of my feet.
But I want to keep running,
Around and around
Until my lungs burst,
My body breaks,
And soul stops bleeding.
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