Sometimes the bullies come back.
Their snide remarks
that wormed into my perceptions,
or slid like wire through cheese,
stab uncalled for –
like the first time –
into my thoughts.
They niggle and gnaw until I’d rather just stay
hidden out of sight,
than face the bullies that still lurk
in every looking glass.
Lamb's (lettuce) to the slaughter?
5 days ago