Runaway

Once upon a time,

A soul was trapped in a body.

The body was all wrong,

Curves where there should be lines,

Lines where there should be curves,

And holes where there should be mountains.

The soul watched as the body tore itself apart

Desperate to fix itself,

When it wasn't even broken.

The soul could do nothing but watch

As the body continued its self-destruction.

The soul watched as the mind

Delighted in watching the body struggle.

The soul was trapped in the middle

Of body and mind,

Of sadism and masochism,

Of two different kinds of broken.

The mind and body writhed in their twisted dance.

To them,

The soul was invisible.

But the soul was the glue

That slipped between the cracks,

And held everything together.

One day,

The soul found a way out.

A crack in the continuum.

The soul left,

On a quest to find

A body and mind at peace.

The soul; the glue; the fire extinguisher.

Without it, the mind and body collapse.

The body and mind fell even further apart,

Still dancing.

Once, they danced with passion,

They danced with well-oiled metal

Clashing and drawing sparks.

Now, they dance in agony,

As their sparks become a flame

And they burn alive.

Forever burning without the soul.