i am KING

right?
God..?

i clawed up the face of gibraltar

dust caked in my mouth

sweat sliding down my back

pain stting cross-legged in the arch of my neck

i dragged myself across the top
eyes shut
screaming
"i am KING"

but once i open my eyes i see that

i am standing before a dark forest
with bloody hands

breathing the ragged rhythm of defeat