On and on she runs.

She will run and never look back.

She will run until she can't ever walk.

She will run through the ocean and drown.

She will gasp and be reborn.

She will run until she feels nothing.

She will run until she becomes the wind.

She will run until she is empty.

She will be afraid.

But she will keep running.

She will run to the edge of the universe.

She will run and leap across tectonic plates.

She will run until it is unbearable.

She will get up again.

Because that it what he told her,

the last thing he said.

With fear in his eyes,

now reflected in her.

Run.