The Sharpest Blades

He takes a breath,

and he is calm.

For once,

peace is his.

But only for a moment.

The bathroom door burst open,

followed by a swarm of boys,

all grasping hands

and screaming mouths.

“Homo.”

“Freak.”

“Fag.”

“Bitch.”

The hands leave bruises,

but the words

leave cuts,

deep and scarring.

Cuts that never leave,

until they are mirrored

by a razor,

and blown away

by a mother’s scream.

~Ash~

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