Why must you go? Please don’t leave me. Without you, I will run.
Give them my name, my face, identity, but away I will still run.
The day took place in a long, dark alley,
No option but one, then fell into a shrill run.
“They won’t understand, you said it yourself
With the blood on your hands, ‘we’re stuck until we run.’”
“Isn’t it about the chase?” you’d said before the search.
Now look at you, dazed, afraid they know about our kill run.
Why do the hard days seem easy now?
Now that we have to escape our thrill run.
The mile we’ve gone, we’ve died, yet lived,
Then the chase pushed us into a spiral run.
Time to face the mountain—they’re here,
They’re coming from below, joining in our hill run.
It’s steep, the chase, but they’ll never have us to take,
Not with our wild steps, not with our skilled run.
I’ll remain wanted, they’ll never understand. But “Honey,”
They said, “we know why she did, if only she’d stopped her ill run.”
M.M. Cochran is a YA writer and author of Between the Ocean and the Stars (summer 2022). With an educational background in English and creative writing, she has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a freelance book editor for her service, Elegant Editing. Now pursuing a career in publishing and becoming a full-time novelist, she spends most of her time editing and writing in her novels. Meanwhile, you can find M.M. collecting coffee mugs or slipping into an oversized sweater, wishing for a white winter.
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