Running With Money

running
through alleyways
garbage
puddles filled with oil and dirt
rainbow
stench of piss fills his nostrils
jumping
over bums
lifeless sleep
drug induced
pumping heart
being chased by boys in blue
screaming
fuck you no one will catch me
gunshots
ringing out and off the walls
panic
turning corners
stomping feet
on the street he searches
grocery store
packed with people
packed with children
into the freezer
waiting
listening
police
get down
rage and anger in his hands
metal door opens
pointing
more gunshots