Game Complaint Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Game Complaint



In the woods,
he tries to catch me.
I try to blend in,
but can’t.
My dress in poppy bloodred.
But there are no poppies on this field.

I can’t
miserably.

Catches
Me around his arms eating
the bark because he came bored.

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