Sometimes the bullies come back.
Their snide remarks
that wormed into my perceptions,
or slid like wire through cheese,
smoothly brutal,
stab uncalled for –
like the first time –
into my thoughts.
They niggle and gnaw until I’d rather just stay
another day
hidden out of sight,
than face the bullies that still lurk
in every looking glass.
A big hello back at you
1 year ago
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