Supremacy

At the conclusion of this morning's workout, I was left in a crumpled pile of limbs on the floor. Breathing hard, I felt the steam as it rose from my body and evaporated into the ether. Staring at the ground, I felt the sweat run freely from the top of my head down my arms and legs, like a pit of liquid snakes slithering across my skin. I watched in silence as they pooled into a puddle on the floor; I swear I could hear them hissing as they evaporated into the aforementioned ether. 

In pain there is poetry. At least, that is what I keep telling myself.

- June 15, 2021