a Poem by Raquel Swann
What if I disappeared?
Vanished into the night,
memories of me,
clinging to photographs,
awaiting my return.
what if the road changes me?
I can’t pretend anymore,
false words dripping from my lips,
they shall never know the real me,
until I show them.
sometimes, I’d much rather run,
run for miles and miles,
until my feet blister,
my shoes wear,
to strange places
where expectations don’t exist.
