Running Late
smoke wafted up
from my worried lips
my phone was dead
starbucks doesnt have outlets
we had run for 5 miles that day
so the extra few
i ran to get home
didnt matter much
the people stared at the musty youth
running in flat shoes
i bet they saw some deadbeat hoodlum in the night
Im a killer without a sense of direction
the same thing I guess
Copyright © Gab Batter | Year Posted 2019
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