dragons by maayan

We stare down
towards the bottom
of the steep, slippery, black hill

I start sprinting down
Breathing heavily
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Our toes were skimming the rigid grass

At the bottom of the hill
we started chuckling and chuckling hysterically
We were on a roll we never stopped sprinting up and down the hill

By the end of the day we were exuasted
and we couldn't take one step without collapsing in a wet stinky pile
on the brown muddy earth