The One Who Runs
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The One Who Runs

Who is she trying to run from

a field of fireflies in a post-apocalyptic world

an ocean with no islands

a mountain with none other but all the extreme temperatures of the world

she tries she flees but where does she turn

an old cottage, a cottage not but one that will be

she builds it with her own hands, her back strong and firm

a house for her and her alone, but she builds it as big as she can make it anyway

she runs, flees again

a path she finds

she walks in and finds another

the path in a dense forest

silent so silent it's maddening

she meets the stranger in the maddening forest

she brings him with her, he doesn't say a word

she runs again, only with him now

they run past her cottage

past the mountain with none other but all the extreme temperatures of the world

past the ocean with no islands

past the field of fireflies in a post-apocalyptic world

they arrive at the waterfall with no end, no bottom, no return

she takes him by the hand and squeezes, suddenly, he pushes her in and watches her fall

she cries out, she falls falls falls down down down

he says something inaudible as he watches and waits for her to return

only she leaves him and she falls

on her way she finds a rope

so long and quite thick, she thinks it’ll do

she grabs hold with all her might and it burns her hands

they bleed, but she still grabs tight and her passage halts

she climbs back to him

days pass and she is on the verge of death, but slowly she inches upwards

he grabs hold of her arm and lifts her back to him

he tends to her and she faints, unable to hold out

he turns his back to her and watches the water fall fall fall

she opens her eyes and pushes him down down down

he falls down down down

as he falls she staggers to her feet and walks away

she walks past the field of fireflies in the post-apocalyptic world

the ocean with no islands

the mountain with none other but all the extreme temperatures of the world

she enters her cottage and into her home

home she thinks

she weeps

in the meantime

the stranger sees the rope

he grabs hold

it snaps and he falls

another

he grabs another and says something inaudible

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