Escaping

I run until I am no longer me, until all the cramps and pains in my leg muscles disappear into acustomness, until the stitch on my side has already cut my breath completely. When I stop, it is nothing more than gravity pulling down my strained body. I lie on the cold earth, spasms overcoming me, my panting audible to faraway ears. My body is too exhausted to create tears, so dry sobs escape me, rattle me more. I seem to be nothing but an empty shell, my thoughts uncomprehensible and untelligible, now merely waves of feeling. Anger, spite, pain, loneliness, indignation.