Escape.

feet strike pavement,
echoes
of a path I used to take.

running from you,
or toward?
both are the same mistake.

why
do the cracks in the concrete
make me crave
the scratching tickle of your
kiss?

escape
I’m free of this
illusion
but you’re the lie I hate to
miss.

Thanks for reading,

Victoria Elizabeth

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