Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

From the sounds of it, the game was under way
The boys would have a large stick in hand
Throw a glass bottle in the air,
whack it as hard as they could
Wicked I know, thing is, it’s fun
Young minds don’t think further than that
It’s like a sugar shock, an adrenaline rush
Running around your body
Like the applause of a crowd, egging you on
We were rock stars, albeit fleeting
Later, I knew I would be overshadowed with guilt…

© Anita Dawes 2021