Mr. Green (mrgreen) wrote in lucid_remnants,
Mr. Green

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(Wendy)clear on until morning

I am running, and running . . . my lungs are not even moving, and my heart is not even beating, but i am running as fast and as hard as i can from some terrible horror that is right on my heels.
run . . .
can't stop . . .
run faster . . .
don't fall . . .
and suddenly, i just don't feel like running anymore.
so i stop.
and when i turn around, there she is. In all her angry little Puerto Rican glory, she is just standing there.
this is what i was running from?
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