i am running-
running-
running-
from the fog.

i was never told
a reason,

but i am certain
that if the fog touches my skin
if it infiltrates my lungs,
if it beats me in this
eternal race-
i will fall to my knees.
my world will crumble like
paper thrown into a fire.

I know this just as well
as I know that i am
able to fly
if I keep running-
my feet will cease to
touch the ground.

run-
run-
run-
until my legs give out from under me
until I can’t run
another step.

and watch, as the
fog touches my skin
as it infiltrates my lungs,
as it beats me in this
eternal race-

as i fall to my knees.

the fog is taking me
in it’s silky arms
hissing into my ears
it is enveloping me.

i am stumbling, now.
i cannot-
i cannot-
can
not.

nothing.