The Competitor's Birthplace

Tiny twisted fingers grasp

at the red chipped handlebars

on the school's most popular

seesaw, properly named for

it's ability to create tales spun

for seeing and sawing the

slow expectations of rising and

falling from Earth towards the

heavens.

A crooked grin sets off

his first real taste of competition

like a jolt of raw energy from

quads to toes and thrusts him

higher than ever before and

fills his lungs with pure

adrenaline.

The biting metal grows warm and

sweaty palms slip, a nervous hiccup

that launches the newfound fears

and sends a cracked bone and

damaged ego leaking blood all over

the shiney green

astroturf.