Hard Hit, Click-Click-Click

By Sienna Zerola

I warm up, getting my mindset ready.

I finish double knotting each white shoe.

Hitting the black ball back and forth, steady,

Passing to my partner in sets of two.

I strongly hit the ball over the net,

My arm swinging down, slamming the ball hard,

I start to serve, covered in loads of sweat,

I catch my weak opponents off their guard.

But I fall on my hip, shaking the floor.

Hard hit, I lie on the ground not moving,

My hip hurts and I let out a loud roar.

I continue the game, my hip bruising–

Click-click-click-click, my hip pops out of place.

It hurts; I fear it has to be replaced.