in the corner of the room
the young girl huddles
shoulders shaking
from the force of her
silent sobs
the bruises she sustained
cannot be seen
they are not physical
the other girls
have been at it again
repugnant rumors
poisonous prattle
grotesque gossip
are the wounding words
even partially true?
it doesn't matter
not really
lies and truths
are both weapons
in the endless war
of junior high
©2010-Art Belliveau
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