SOCCER
we step on the feild with
Untied laces
Pretending we know
What's facing us.
We yell
Words that nobody hears
And mumble
Swear words directed at no one
Yet everyone.
We glare at backs
Holding the tempting earge
To flip someone off
Or trip them on the spot.
We pass
Run
Yell
Cheering on those in red.
Then stop.
It's over.
Guilt
Pain
Fear
You stand with shaking arms around
backs in a line,
Watching each girl go to her death
Waiting for your turn,
Each coming back with tears
In their eyes
Looking away
And standing alone
Our words bounce off
Their thick sheild
And evaporate in the once crisp air,
Now a thick blanket
too humid
To hold us all.
