My Race

inverted street

They were off

before the gun,

so, I don’t know

when the race started.

The pack stampeded

toward the finish.

I waited patiently

for the click-bang

to blast my start,

but the official didn’t bother.

so many

were already running.

I can’t blame him.

It would have been best

to just leave,

but I wanted to race.

I’d trained and prepared.

With no opponents

I could neither

win nor lose.

So, I drew a finish line

next to the loaded gun

the official left behind

and stepped across

to prove I wanted to race too.

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About subparcostar

This is a collection of pieces I've done throughout the years, and continue to do throughout the hours. The format of pieces varies fairly considerably, as I am a bit eclectic in my taste. All in all, it's just a bunch of fiction.
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