Tuff Ghost
Running fast (faster than she ever has before), she feels like she’s going to vomit–the city isn’t quite a blur, more of a home-video wobble. It rocks around her like there’s something huge after her, and she can’t quite look back. She just runs, stumbles, runs. She’s not sure what she’s afraid of, just that there’s something in this city that she loathes. Traffic screeches and honks as she dives into it, falters, and falls. People are on her in seconds, making worried tones that she can’t understand, and she feels herself being rolled over. Rather than the (thing) man that is on his (its) knees by her, she stares up at the clouds: that one looks like a bunny. That one looks like a hospital on fire.
