gory glory

Fifteen gulps of air, a hundred meters of lung imploding sprints in the pool. I turn around to receive my competition. I bob tallest in this pool. Clocking a consistent sprint time, i belong in the enviable 20s club; At the right a record clock waits to sport my time, I am a legend in the making.

Or I may swim and swim and never adorn the clock, give up. One day my arms will refuse to strive, my will accepts the slow decent. No water will splash today, my spirit too beaten to struggle. The last bubbles of air leave my burning nostrils. Water everywhere. I leave me. The end.