A/N: This poem was done in English class, and inspired by the phrase "Here But Not Really Here."


Running down the court,

Ball in my hands...

Clock ticking down...down...down...

When my mind splits,

The cheers of the crowd turn into mindless roars...

The squeaking of shoes turn into feral rats, swarming around me,

Alone in this treacherous jungle.

The buzzer rings loudly,

Like a gunshot taking out my last defender.

And suddenly I'm free to reach my goal.

And when that ball sinks into the net with that echoing swoosh...

My hunger is defeated...

My prey...defeated.


End.