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Creepy Crawly (5)
Breath in and out and in and pant, what in hell was that? Eyes tracing, scrolling, crawling, squinting. Not a thing stirs a muscle, not a dust mite moves an inch. Itch, scratch, itch again. Hmm. Back to bed.
Creepy Crawly (4)
Hands groping, clutching, smashing, grabbing spiky, spiny, crunchy, claws and body and legs all crushed together, pull and twist and fling and snap, it scatters in the air, another shiver slips through my body
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Creepy Crawley (3)
My eyes open wide twisting, turning, itching, burning, cluthcing, clawing, screaming, falling, the ground comes up to meet me. Cold, clawing, clutching, ice drifts down my face. tiny, shiny, spiney shivers shake me.
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Creepy Crawley (2)
Sticky, scratchy, scrappy, stickly arms scrapping down, across, down, shiny shivering slithering pulsing hairs standing on their ends the sick sinking sunken feeling falling, calling to my brain
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Creepy Crawley (1)
Sickly sinking in my stomach, something slimy, itchy, scratching, stroking, strolling, slowly sliding, slowly sinking, sinking, scratching, shivers down my spine. *Author’s note: I haven’t finished Did We Win? yet, but this poem just kept banging at my head. Also … Continue reading
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Did We Win? (6)
Stop the clock, start the countdown huddle and yell, yell and huddle break, hut, hike, go! Fake, fake, fake, break away a hole opens and he sprints through the middle Slam! Down to the ground. Move the chains but call … Continue reading
Did We Win? (5)
Move it forward again down to the ball up again, the ball in the air the fingers clutch, it bounces. From finger to finger it bounces Out of one arm and into the next Finally landing, bouncing, out of bounds.
Did We Win? (4)
Another down and another go the yards stretch out before them a start, a fake, a pass, a catch. He spins around one tackle and bounces off another one finally gets his legs and he falls down, down, down.
Did We Win? (3)
Head cracks against head shoulder braces against shoulder the arms have to stay inside but they never do. Holding! Holding! Holding Dammit! Can’t you see you blind bastard! The defender goes down and there is a break in the line. … Continue reading
Did we win? (2)
The clock stops to move the chains the ball replaced by the whistle men the teams huddle and make their plans their fingers touch the ground they are pinned now, unable to move. The air snaps around them waiting, waiting, … Continue reading
