MIDNIGHT RUN

I ran away.

It was raining.

I slipped in the mud

My clothes weren't the only thing in shreds.

So was my dignity.

I felt dirty but not from the mud that caked me

I prayed for the rain to wash him away.

Then he just shrugged his shoulders and left me on my own.

(1993)

(REV. 1999)

(rev. 8-17-2000)