The Runners

The Runners sprinted

as their dreams catchers swung

inside their pulsating rooms

each movement changing the color

that the feathered objects sung to the world.


Their bodies screamed

but their hands clung tight

grasping the bones of each other.


Chants echoed from their dried lips

and raspy throats

a song for skeletons

a plea to the unwanted.


Together in their lunacy

they ran towards the darkness

and away from their fiery fear

of the future.


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