Pace

I feel that I'm being watched.

I can feel it.

Eyes boring into my back,

Shifting shadows skittering around my feet.

The pressure from breaths swamping me,

Forcing the last of the oxygen from my perforated lungs.

Adrenaline pumping through my sluggish veins.

The Universe watches my pace,

Whilst I do my best to set the world ablaze.

I don't know whether victory awaits,

But I have to do this; one way or another.

I race on along the white painted edge.

Never once stopping to hesitate for air.

Eyes trained on me in the final leg.

Nothing can stop me now;

Except...

Salt.

Erratic Behaviour