It’s Not Fair!

‘Please don’t.’

Voice a bare whisper.

Eyes cut to side.

Inherent in malicious glee

nurses

despicable

Gothic nightmares

crowd the monitor

watching

waiting

knowing what is set free

not the easiest to re-contain

fun though

bets made

who would victor out?

Small child

appears

coloring

feet swinging

humming tuneless song

bullies appear

peripheral vision

reaching out

touching her things

her pencils

her colors

fingers tighten

voice grates…..

‘Please do not touch my things.’

Hard.

Emotionless.

Countdown in cubicle begins.

Crowd around monitor.

‘Oooooooo did the wittle girl say pwease?’

Sarcasm

bragging scorn

screaming

blood spouting

hand to eye

to throat

down she sits

placid

tiny

coloring her pictures

without a care in the world.

‘Emmellia come with me.’

‘It’s not fair!

It’s not my fault!

I did say please.’

©Dec. 20/20

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