Updated: Jul 30, 2019
Running Like a Maniac (From a Maniac)
My eyes are pulled back tight like a black lab running toward the 80-year-old neighbor.
Can’t save her
The dog was a maniac.
I am a maniac.
Running through the streets of my mind.
The street with the high walls on one side and a freeway on the other.
With streetlights that brighten the space underneath them while highlighting the darkness all around
Step into the spotlight. Aloneness on display.
Run like a maniac so you won’t know if anyone is chasing you.
Running Like a Maniac (The Happy Version)
A towel tugs at my shoulders as I run like a maniac;
The sun heats hair and presses against eyelids.
Toes push through fire and sink to cooler sand.
Sometimes running like a maniac is in slow-motion.
Fall face first; a grateful surrender to deep-sunk feet.
The packed sand ahead is in sight;
Time to climb through the high-gravity zone
And run like a maniac across the cool solid ground; into the arms of the ocean.
Cassandra Robbers, 2018