Running Dream

Running,
running
(cold earth & feet)

Radar on my back
I’m leaving scent
on the air

Guided by moonlight so
thick like
moving through pulp

Lungs
fighting oxygen
Quit, quit dammit

I had a dream
Claws digging up
red clay

Muscles tensing, awaiting
a shiny
new mouth and
plate

Hurry up! I’m
lost.

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