Outrun

They say you can't outrun it
but sure as shit knows I try,
bolt, breathe, bolt more,
bolt further, bolt myself to a moving train,
bolt the eyelids open so I
don't chase the things that scream by sleep.
They say you have to feel it
like an ice bath
far beyond the point of physiologically practical,
or at least,
that's how it seems to me
when I let myself
feel it.
So if you ask me,
not that you did,
unless something comes along
to make the ache of loving
more manageable,
unless you fit
with them
without remoulding,
kneading
the shit out of your entire being
to fit inside their puzzle gap,
don't fucking do it.
Take another ice bath,
take yourself on a train
and if you're still healing
from the one that ate the Sun
up from the rich, wireless sky,
best advice I've got -
just get your trainers on.