Golden Imprint

Every footfall burns into asphalt,
molten footprints blazing behind me
like breadcrumbs of pure light.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears thump-flash, thump-flash
each pulse painting the air gold.

I am leaving pieces of my soul
on concrete and dirt,
breadcrumbs of lightning,
a trail of liquid sun
that only I can see.

My lungs pull fire,
my legs are pistons of light,
and with every strike of heel to earth
I'm writing my name
in a language made of heartbeats
and molten energy.

The world shimmers
in the wake of my passing I am not just running,
I am bleeding golden aura
into the hungry ground,
marking territory
with the rhythm of my pulse.

Behind me, a constellation
of glowing footprints
fades into the ordinary world,
but I carry the burn
of every illuminated step
still humming in my bones.