Smelly Feet…

Entering the rec-center,

Smelling nothing but feet

That smell reminds me of playing netball, It’s hard to beat.

Voices echo bouncing off the walls

Footsteps pounding and squeaking

Voices screaming and shouting

Laughter in the background.

The squeaky floor under my feet

The ripped painted lines the rugged nets

Balls bouncing all around the room

Everywhere you look there’s chaos.

This place it reminds me of good and bad times.

Balls flying at my face

Blood running down from my nose

Winning games, running a race.

By Aria.Ivory

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