The spark

My teacher yelled at me today in class
Indifferently spitting clichés which
The throbbing of my head could not endure.
Later, my sister raged against my fight,
Snapping for my lazy half-existence
To drag itself out from underneath the bed.

My crumbling fingers I could not control
Reaching for the reddish box induced relief.
And no-one even saw the spark.
Merciful flames singed aches away
As soothing yellows understood the pain –
Caressing waves of frantic language, unexpressed.

I saw the councillor today. And hid the burn
Beneath my branded lies.

Anonymous

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