it’s alright if the government says so..

The puddle splashed high as she ran through it. 

Mud sprayed against her short, blue dress (completely ruining her shoes)

She wasn’t crying but perhaps she should have been.

(Running away from that building. those bright lights, the music…those people)

Keep running.

Keep running.

Their world was not hers

and there was no way she would have blood on her hands.