The rubber slams the pavement as I nervously try to outrun the horrors harvested inside.
An unsuspecting rightward glance & I’m caught — forced to stare directly at them.
The familiar sting that rushes through [ ice & lava ] the fiery poison thrusting through my collpasing veins.
I lay my head to rest — they can’t find me here.
© Gina Jenkins
© Gina Jenkins 
Hi, I really like this poem. Wonderful imagery.
I was wondering if the spacing is for a particular reason, so if you could tell me more about it, it would be really nice/
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Hi Kavya! Thank you for writing! I am glad you enjoyed it. The spacing for this particular poem is just to symbolize the frantic & erratic behavior of someone running from something – using drugs/alcohol as a crutch. 🙂 Hope that helps!
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