at the end of a marathon
when your heart
is pounding in your ears
and your leaden feet pound the paved street
the world turns into no man’s land
of shattered glass and lives
and your urge to finish is replaced
with the need to live
and you can’t get the ringing in your ears to stop
and each second is in slow motion
like in that movie
and your little boy was in that place
near the pressure cooker
holding up that sign with your name on it
and you fall to your knees
nonono
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