Run

I'm searching for distance and
I can't find it      
No matter how fast I run
The shadow is still attached
to my feet
and growing heavier
as the days go by
My tracks are easier to follow
Too weighed down with being comfortable
The anchor is sinking toward a magnet
Sinking in warm sweet honey
Beginning to run in my veins
My fighters guard is being melted
Bones are being softened
but hardened
Muscles atrophied by sweet sickness
Communicated by eyes
confirmed through hands
Beautiful hands wrists fingers eyes mouth
Drinking down the jugular
across the collarbone breast ribcage
Drink it in
with lips fingers hips legs breasts
and eyes
Engulf and burn
on this steady earth
Rocking with the waves and tides
Floating on smoke and ash
Against my nature landing gently
and with the ground appears
the shadow
reattached

and i run.