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.





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.


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