The Finish Line

I lower my chest and inhale
everything blurs
the white line in front of me,
the screaming crowds.

My heartbeat slows and suddenly it’s all clear to me,
my own crystal ball

In the back ground,
the shot explodes
and instinctually, I fly
I know there are others around me
but for once–they, it fades to white behind me.

It’s just me
rhythmic drummer feet
against the asphalt
inching towards the finish line–

wide ass grin plastered to my face.

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