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- Desiree Kleberg
- Jun 28, 2019
- 1 min read
The large scoreboard
read to the crowd. 4th quarter,
2 seconds left. Dribble,
dribble, shoot, miss.
The final buzzer sounds
but the soundlessness in
the gym is undeniable.
The opposing team lines up
to shake hands. Victorious.
Then they leave shortly after
to celebrate and cheer.
The home team
shattered and
broken walks
heavily to the locker
room.
Not one word is uttered as
the silence of defeat
somehow screams disgust
and disappointment.
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