Rec centre

I walk into the rec centre

And hear the Echo

of a bouncing ball

The rubbery red ball

Bounces toward me

Tumbling across the floor

It leaps up

And collides with my face

The ball was a tool of destruction

Scarlet blood

Streams from. my nose

So thick and red

Falls to the floor

In Crimson droplets

As red as the morning light

I rush to the changing room

Tears in my eyes

When I arrive

I realise, I will survive

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