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
