You told me you needed to escape
so I ran,
but you never followed.
They say there are some things
you cannot outrun.
They say your body was one of them.
You with your tough skin,
your angry hands
grabbing bottles like door knobs.
Your teeth out there like a trigger warning,
like a bad dream,
like some background comment saying
"just don't get too involved."
You with your graveyard heart.
You've stepped on bodies that were your own,
tucked your heart into the bottom drawer.
Decided to wear quieter things
on your sleeve.
There are some things
you cannot outrun.