Depression Olympics
Read Davidson
bend over backwards,
see how far i get
before i slip off the ledge.
crowd staring as i try to bend and twist into a white shape
‘til i can’t see the end of me
standing, precarious, waiting to dive––
deep breath deep
breathe in that stinging, acrid smell of hatred
jump
suffocating suffocated suffoc–
am i human now?
give me a medal for cutting myself open and bleeding out on the victors stand,
black fist in the air.
disqualified.
rewind. line up. race begins.
white hand raised in air—click
settle back into positions
shot
run!run!run!:
FASTER
shot
clearing hurdles, hands in the air
shot
slide across the finish line, bloody streak across the ground
shot
stare up into blank faces
AM I HUMAN NOW?
shot: