Racing past tawny grasses
The breath of the enemy
Forming mist on my neck
Snapping ivory jaws at my heels
Breathing, struggling,
Leaping off the ground
Finish just ahead,
Enemy just behind
My adversary, surges
Myself, slacken
Overrun, overtaken, stopped
The enemy finishes on top,
Sinking the claws of defeat
Into my conquered flesh.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
Racing past tawny grasses
The breath of the enemy
Forming mist on my neck
Snapping ivory jaws at my heels
Breathing, struggling,
Leaping off the ground
Finish just ahead,
Enemy just behind
My adversary, surges
Myself, slacken
Overrun, overtaken, stopped
The enemy finishes on top,
Sinking the claws of defeat
Into my conquered flesh.
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