She pushed me off the swings
and kicked mulch in my face
I didn’t push back
just laid there
eyes stinging
blush forming
from the pain in my knees
from the shame of my position
from the flutter in my heart I got
watching her
pink
lace-up
shoes
skip away
Claire Natale wrote this story.
I feel the anguish 😪😪😢
Poor kid! I’ve been there.
You show how every moment can be art.
Another comment from me, Congrats on making it into the Top Stories! You deserve it Claire!
Thank you so much! :)