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Assault

June 20, 2011
By flyinggemini GOLD, Wayne, Pennsylvania
flyinggemini GOLD, Wayne, Pennsylvania
18 articles 0 photos 18 comments

Down the hall,
Voila bumping, backpack
Slung
Against my bruised
Shoulder,
Pain, sharp and
Intense
Not as deep as the
Blue
Fog.

Her locker,
At
The far wing.

Safe haven
Danger
Zone.
A world I have stepped
Into
Only very
Recently.

Dodge the
Groups
Of boys and
Semi-men,
Semi-women,
Girls.

Of course the
One
Face
Stands out from the
Rest
But I’m used to it
Now;
Like a throbbing
Pain
Eventually you can
Assess
The damage so well it
Doesn’t require much
Thought.

Her locker,
Perfume bottles stacked
Tossed,
Haphazardly
Along the
Top.
Crammed with
Books
Coats
Light spring jackets and
Other useless materials.

Semi-man
Trying to zip
Something closed with his
Teeth,
Her:
You could just ask for
Help.
Shrugs.

I say, stupid
As I am,
Nice technique.

He
Looks me in the face.

I intercept his
Gaze—
Mistake.

Blue eyes,
Dark hair,
Angled face.

Bluer eyes
Darker hair
More angular
Face.

He
Says.

They
Say.

I’ve been
Burned
But
I don’t
Respond.

Cannot.

Run from the building

He doesn’t exist.
He doesn’t exist.

I need a transfer.

Safe haven comes in the
Form
Of a threadbare
Leather
Bus seat,
Red curly hair;
Distraction.


The author's comments:
This is about somebody I knew and somebody who looks like him, now. Except, of course, the person is a jerk. Figures.

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on Oct. 25 2011 at 8:31 pm
Me.Myself.and.I BRONZE, South Pasadena, California
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Favorite Quote:
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> - Ralph Waldo Emerson

WOW! very vivid, but so clear at the same time :)