The Fence Poem by Aria Quimby

Cold metal pressed against my skin
The fence post behind me digging through my shirt to my bare back
I feel the flesh tear away and my blood become exposed
Hot steamy tears run down my face
As the cold hand connects with my cheek again
Leaving a hot, stinging felling

I feel another hand grab me by my shirt
Bringing me forward only to shove me back
I feel the coolness of the metal against my now exposed back
I open my eyes to see a closed fist hurl towards my gut
I bend over in anticipation as it hits me square in the forehead

After the blow, the boys turn away laughing
Wiping their bloody knuckles on my shirt
Before heading away to their homes
To their perfectly horrid lives

I fall to my knees clutching my aching head in my hands
I feel my strength leave me as a curl up into a ball
With nothing but the wind and the clothes on my back for comfort

My tears slowly lessen with great pain
As I suck up the courage to wipe them away
And continue on my way
To find a shelter to hold me for the night sweeping in