run away together

let's just run away together
and we'll make a big show out of it too
take hands and sprint to the car
go on a four hour car chase with the police
driving straight into a black hole of unlit light
and let the car skid to the side of a cliff
so it's a little tipsy drunk on the edge
leap off the cliff in synchrony to the police clicking their safeties off 
and as we tumble and scream and fall
we'll not pull our parachutes till the last minute
where we land afoot and we laugh and laugh and carry away with the light 
so forget boys
i've always wanted to run away with the moon. 

-anna sluder

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