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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