I am running my fingers through miles of skin. From my veiny arms to the echo of my mind. I am running and running, Cigarettes and coffee stained teeth, First mile. Refusing lunch and red cuts, Second mile. I abuse my skin, Fasting hours i cant achieve, Third mile. Gallons of water and mint breath, Fourth mile. And i run my pale, deathly fingertips, From my collarbones, To my navel, Fifth mile..