run run run

bloody hands. my fingers smell like cunt. bled in my dreams last night right onto my sheets. I've been thinking of Florida every moment I'm awake. I've been thinking of escape.
last year I ran from a different pain. this one still aches but not deadly. last year it was run or die. this year I just need to get away.
away from drama
away from Pants
away from substances
away from providence.
yeah, away from expectations and obligations and everything that binds. blinds.
away, away, away, from who I've been.
I can't wait to fly away.