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~
Ashton Rose 