Cacophony Poem

Knowing what's coming,a short thrill of fear
A small word slips out-insert 'beep' here!
Not knowing where's up and where is the ground
The grind of my helmet is the only sound

Spinning, slashing, the whole world comes crashing
Down to the unwelcome ice I go smashing
Then a skid and a slide, and over's my scare
Until I realize my glove's still up there!





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