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…

Why I Run

A few nights ago, I shared a poem on my other blog, The Memoirs of a Yo-Yo Dieter, entitled, “Why I Run.” With the help of a good friend, I edited the poem down to make it more powerful, less wordy, and to make it “submission-ready” for a few contests. Since I haven’t shared any…