18 year old jogs
Ratcheted up in night
Your sweat
Mixed lightly with a Kerosene smell.
February with lungs full of air
Wanting to improve
Falling to an idea
Stripped to the bare bone
With nothing but the pink meat
that hangs off of disregarded Thanksgiving meals
Tainted plates
Tainted walls
There was nothing I wasn't running for
The breath of tomorrow
Always one step ahead of me.
Lungs taking in the old.
Eyes watering with each step
Had to finish.
Had to win.
