Extra-Curricular Relievers

Option A.
 
You run
until bare feet
burn
against frozen sand,
until the intense view
is hindered by
stricken tears
and the birds are lifted from bitter blue
at your screaming.
 
Option B.
 
You sit silently,
on a particularly dark piece
of driftwood, and carve
rouge lines into it,
with a sharp object.
You clutch yourself
and rock,
aiming to preserve the cheerful disposition  
a little longer.  
 
Option C.
 
You see a kid holding her Mother's hand
in, what seems to you, the warmest coat.
Her dainty laugh echoes as if she's evaded
difficulty entirely.  
You run
until your bare fist
collides with the kids rosy cheek
until you can hear the Mother's sickly high-pitch scream,
until you feel a little passion
for something.