
fear pounds through my veins
and makes my blood run like concrete
as I skip up the stairs in daisy circuit
lap 3/3 and I get tunnel vision
my mind sees one thing in the distance
victory
until I hear the whoosh of impeding doom, tinged in blue
the checkered line in sight
I can see it, I can taste it
if only I had more time
a pow, a bang, a dome, I spin
Diddy Kong laughs hysterically as he takes the checkered flag
blue shell, blue shell, why art thou so cruel?
victory slips through my fingers like water from a faucet
or rather like the salty teardrops falling into my palms
a moment ago, I could smack my lips together
and taste victory on my tongue
now my mouth is filled only with the bitter coffee ground taste of disappointment
I’m Dea Guri, and I’m currently a student at Cleveland State University. When I’m not writing, I enjoy scream crying about sports, most notably my hometown teams & Scuderia Ferrari in the world of Formula One Racing. I currently live in Cleveland, Ohio, with a tiny army of plants.