my heels dig into the dirt
elbow up, eyes ahead
watch her hands
count the wind-up
first, second, third, then home
first, second, third, then home is all i have to go
breathe
play through the pain
run even as her fastball hits you in the gut
and you trip along the bases
and bruise your ribs dodging a tag out
wince and you're benched
fail and you're done
freeze and the crowd of eyes watching will all know what you've been told before
useless
pathetic
weak
no good
ride-along
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
