The Unfriendly Home



One day it won’t matter

what my face looks like

not to me

not to you

not to the boy who followed me home from school

barking like a dog mooing like a cow.


To never  bring light

or a smile

to anybody’s face or eye

The flesh sitting on my bones

ignored, disregarded even by me.

Poor face, poor muscle, lonely soul

Forced  to live in an unfriendly home


Daily Prompt: Aesthetic

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