Poetry · Writing

playoff game

we lost. we were barely playing, showed up late cussed each other out finished strong too not show up when it mattered most; it's not all you i know the ball could have been better not perfect, just better we were never perfect just humans showing up each game playing for our lives

Poetry · Writing

never one to ask for help rather bleed on the sidewalk then ask for aid at the tip of the blade they prayed then betrayed all digging a grave with a heavy spade no tombstones no markings prepared for that future; seems further by the day