Run, I beg the girl in the frame.
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RUN BY TESS LIEGEOIS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 98
Run,
I beg the girl in the frame.
She’s black and white and squared in silver.
The danger is coming—It will be there
soon, at your door
with a smile and clouded eyes,
salt and pepper hair combed neatly
to the side.
Already he’s in orbit,
tracing smaller circles to your gate,
drawn by gravity
to the warm and liquid center
of your heart
where he will live
for years
loving you
making you
forget what bad things are.
Don’t forget!
I shout
down the dark hall of time
to a girl cast in shadow
tucked neatly in her frame
who won’t hear me anyway.