I woke up today in an unfamiliar place
it felt like I had been sleeping for years
every bone in my body was aching.
The house wasn't a house.
It was a tall office block.
I try and run.
She pulls the gun on me and tells me.
A bullet is the only way out for me.
She looks at me like I'm nothing.
The day always goes like this:
I wake up,
I run until I'm sick.
I rest for ten minutes exactly.
I run again.
I eat lunch.
I spar with her.
She has a knife.
I lose and get cut.
She gives the knife to me.
I try and cut her.
She takes it back and cuts me instead.
I learn that what she had on the day she saw me,
was a gun.
I am not good at shooting but she says I need to practice.
Six accurate shots in four seconds.
I eat and then
I don't know why I am doing this.
I don't think about it.
I never think about it.
It's too much effort to think about it.