flash fiction · poetry · Writing

Playground Games

playgroundGiant doors,
Gold and red,
Inside halls,
Filled with dread.

Cruel taunts,
No tell-tales,
Playground fun,
Playground games.

Bullied,
Bruised,
Full of fears,
Always on the verge of tears.

Still I went,
I take my aim,
Thick skin withstand,
Each playground game.

Helen x

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