Miserere

I confess:

I have become 

a runner.

I go 

running.

I 

run.

Like a 

runner.

Which is what 

I have become.

A running 

runner.

Forgive me.

Oh Christ.

Forgive me.



(From I have been murdered and replaced with a suspicious facsimile. In running shoes. Submitted by Ailsa Holland)