Sophie M.

Downhill

The inevitable is coming.
The highest speeds,
the slightest mistake…

and you’ve caught an edge.

Lost control.
There’s nothing,
nothing you can do

to stop yourself
to just slow down
to dodge the coming trees.

Flying through the air
you pray,
but know that there’s
no use.

All that’s left
is one split second

until
you hit
the ground.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]


Copyright © 2002-2010 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose © 2002-2010 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission.