Bright blue eyes peek through the blinds,
But I am not supposed to notice.
Shriveled palms creep around my waist,
But I must ignore it, must keep my focus.
His wicked stare touches my scraped knees,
And I know he has crossed the line.
Whoever blinks first is the perpetrator,
Even if I committed no crime.
Money shoots in the air when he laughs.
Are we not supposed to notice?
His nails dig into my bare shoulders.
If I scream, will they call me bogus?
Bubbly liquids ensure I stay numb.
We are on the other side now.
He is waiting to crush me with his thumb,
And no one will say he is not allowed.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 