As we began our game i remember taking a deep breath of cold crispy air,
my feet remember the rumbling ground,
my legs remember sprinting in pain,
my body remembers the cold embrace of other players,
my arms remember the mutating hands clinching my wrists,
my face focused intensely on each of the bodies on front of me,
my mind remembers smashing into the ground and the laughter erupting soon after.
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ReplyDeleteKa rawe Tyreece! This is awesome. I can picture all of this happening. What an interesting way of describing your game.
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Hi Tyreece,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your poem - what a vivid image! You've made some really 'strong' word choices. I particularly like the phrase: - "cold embrace of other players". You have a great future as a writer. :)
Anne Grady