The Naughty Step

  NaPoWriMo day seven and here’s poem number four, The Naughty Step.

Eyes raw and stinging;

snot flows freely

onto a face full

of angry blotches;

cheeks puff in time

to indignant sobs.

He sits hunched

on the step of shame,

scowling at sisters

who taunt him slyly

with mocking tongues.

They win again.

There is no justice in the world

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