Tonight seeing the
Stars, vaguely, outshone by the
Moon, all out, crowded by the
Clouds, populating 30% of the
Sky, brighter than your midnight black,
of the infinity they say beyond.

Feet is freedom and running, heaven. Each step took her farther from where she was and closer to who she wanted to be.

It's not initiative but inertia that propelled her forward. In short heaving breaths, she thought about the endorphins-- imagined it blue and cool-- coursing through her body, mingling with the ache and the pain.

Under the moonlight, she watched her skin glow and felt her body tighten into that of perfect hourglass. A hundred and fifty pounds was never the picture of beauty in this decade.

This is unlike anything she's ever done in her life. Normal girls don't just stand up and walk out in the middle of conversation about clothes, even if she haven't spoken in and only listened quietly at the corner of the table. They don't let their feet lead them wherever they lead them, especially to dark and empty school grounds where she finds herself now. But she didn't realize it happening until her feet took her away from normal.


And in between streetlights were darkened trees, fields and buildings. From the smooth concrete of the emptied she ran to a field. The grass felt wet above the muddy ground.

She raises her arms and readies her body for the first time she would do cartwheels.

The crack of dawn sees a dewy smile and a cracked neck.
The trees remain silent.