brave nighttime jogger

I'm running in complete darkness at 11 tonight

I used to hate sports as a kid

I hated the way when I tried to keep up with the other kids

I could feel my little lungs start to collapse

With the taste of iron at the back of my tongue

I could vividly picture my disgusting veiny heart rising to the back of my throat

Like if you shone a light down my mouth, you could see it beating, bloody

i waste my breath giving my final sprint burst down the road a special attack name 

"Here we go now!!"

I must still be a kid, I think, I'm still a kid.

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