n-botwin:

It starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed, always the same
                                       running from something larger than yourself story,
shoving money into the jaws of a suitcase, cutting your hair
         with a steak knife at a rest stop,
and you’re off, you’re on the run, a fugitive driving away from
                                                 something shameful and half-remembered.

(via wutheringss-deactivated20130425)

Tags: poetry