False Start


THE BANG OF THE STARTERS GUN RINGS OUT BEHIND ME.

I’M ALREADY MOVING.
BRAIN STRUGGLES TO CATCH UP TO BODY, SCREAMING AT TRAITOROUS MUSCLES TO FREEZE.
STOP MOVING!
THE MORE YOU MOVE THE MORE THEY SEE YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN AND SCREWED EVERYTHING UP.

RESET.
HEAD DOWN, RESET BACK TO WHERE YOU BEGAN MOMENTS, MONTHS, YEARS AGO.
BEFORE MUSCLES BUNCHED AND STRAINED AND PROPELLED YOU FORWARD.
HEAD DOWN AND YOU’LL AVOID THE EYES WATCHING YOUR EVERY MOVE.
MOVEMENTS OF MUSCLES SHAMED INTO SLOW AND STEADY PLODDING BACK TO THE BEGINNING.

CROUCHED AGAIN IN THAT HATED STANCE.
THE ONE THAT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE GLUED TO A PUDDLE OF TOXIC WASTE.
THE SLUDGE SLOWLY SINKING INTO YOUR PORES TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE AND KEEP YOU STUCK. FOREVER.

MUSCLES BUNCH
STRAIN
EXPLODE
FREEDOM

BANG.

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