Running

I'm running away.

So I get in my car

And head for anywhere.

It doesn't matter.

I just have to pick up

Some things first.

I leave the car running.

I open the door of the house

And call out, 'Is anyone there?'

No one answers. Thank god.

I go inside and grab

Some clothes, makeup,

And a half open

Carton of Marlboro cigarettes.

I quickly check my

Jeans pockets for a lighter

Relief. Yes I have one.

And some matches too.

I'm in luck.

I hope my luck holds.

Now I have to run.

I will stop at the bank

To pick up some cash on the way.

I have thought about

Doing this for a long time.

I'm not running away

From the law,

My boyfriend,

Or anything threatening

Out there.

I'm running away from

Myself.