A place I hate

The rank smell climbs up the walls waiting to catch its prey.

The germs scatter all over the door handle like they’re going to

poison someone. The leftover toilet paper lies on the floor from

the flooded sink. The voices of strangers wander through my mind.

A place I love

The same comforting climbing wall sits over the ground. Red and blue bean bags flop on the floor. The colours of the holds lifts me of my feet.The rainbow cave shines in my eyes as I bolder around. A myriad amount of holds scatter up the wall.

By Alice