Poems

A horrible blush

“An individual school can handle a resident idiot from time to time, but an entire school system is only as good as its weakest leader.”
-Tucker Elliot, The Rainy Season.

He came closer

With a wicked smile

 

I blushed

With a terrible feeling

 

He was the teacher

I was the student

 

He was too close

My back hit the wall

 

He grabbed my arm

I screamed inside

 

He squeezed the muscles

My face burnt

 

The wicked smile spread

The horrible feeling intensified

 

I freed my arm from his clutches

Escaped the classroom

 

Learnings left behind

Never saw his wicked smile again

 

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8 Comments

  1. I hope this was fiction.

    1. Sadly It’s not fiction .

      1. Very sorry to hear this.

    1. It was a few years back. I got out of the situation pretty early on, nothing terrible happened.(thankfully) 🙂

  2. This is distressing…
    Stay strong Em 🙂 You have nothing to be afraid off….

    1. Em says:

      Thank you xx

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