The Gauntlet 

I remember the fears…

Shoulders hunched awaiting the smacks Sphincter tight, head down to avoid the inevitable wrath brought on by a look… How much more of this shit do I have to take from these monstrous psychotic pricks?   

An inner voice” Fight! Go for their eyes, their throats, fuck them up…”

The nervous smiles as I pass. The whispers… Now I’m the monster. 

Finally some peace 


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