I just can't run fast enough,
or far enough,
to escape my mind.
Here encompassed
by the expansive branches
of your mulberry tree,
I feel protected.
I feel safe.
Completely untouched
and completely untouchable.
Ice cold on the inside.
A tornado of death
swirls through my head.
Whipping up debris,
throwing my body around
and spitting me into the dirt.
Bruised and lost.
I go searching for you,
and a warm cup of tea.
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