Where I conjure the end of a run
Pressure mounts from within.
My heart beats, faster and faster, causing my chest to ache.
The sound of my feet, pounding on the pavement, strikes and reverberates against quiet homefronts, making it sound like someone coming up, quickly, behind me.
I push myself faster to keep that person in check.
My legs strain. I struggle, but succeed, to keep my breath measured.
The ache in my chest drowns by the screaming from my legs.
I see my home through a steady downpour of sweat.
I dig up something from inside.
I lose myself.