Playground - The Battlezone

Her mind boiled and bubbled like a witches caldron.

Her eyes looked upon the ground but all she saw was red.

Voices cut into her flesh like hot knives into soft butter.

Her feet remained still in the sand below where she sat

Her rear unmoving on the playgrounds only working swing.

 

"Get lost you little freak!"

"She’s just a little tard head!"

 

The red blurred as rough hands pushed and pulled.

Her knuckles, pale white, as she held upon the chains.

Their words exploding into wounds still not yet healed.

Her fingers pried loose, distracted by a fist to her gut.

Away she was tossed, the sand becoming a painful bed.

 

"You lose! Stu..stu..stutter girl!"

"What a little wiggle tongue!"

 

Her bare arms and legs bled with the red of aggravation.

She had little choice but to run, away again from the hate.

Her short lived bravery vanquished by those mean bullies.

They had won another day, her humiliation their trophy.

Into the shadows of the barn and the hay she would stay.

　

Author's Note

I wrote this to vent about being teased in my youth.