Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #84
It Stung A Little
by Belinda Roddie
It stung a little as she pressed the ice
pack to her face, the purpling skin beneath
forming a ring around her swollen eye.
She did not know what she would say if her
father asked how she got the bruise. Her friends
would surely ask as well. But she did not
want to divulge the truth. Not about the
one she thought had loved her with gentle lips
and gentle hands and gentle fingers, too.
Her ears still rang from the profanity
screamed across the room. Her tongue still felt tied
in knots because she could not retort. She
removed the pack when water seeped into
the grotesque mosaic of her new wound.
by Belinda Roddie
It stung a little as she pressed the ice
pack to her face, the purpling skin beneath
forming a ring around her swollen eye.
She did not know what she would say if her
father asked how she got the bruise. Her friends
would surely ask as well. But she did not
want to divulge the truth. Not about the
one she thought had loved her with gentle lips
and gentle hands and gentle fingers, too.
Her ears still rang from the profanity
screamed across the room. Her tongue still felt tied
in knots because she could not retort. She
removed the pack when water seeped into
the grotesque mosaic of her new wound.
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