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A poem I wrote about bullying and the phrase 'to put the boot in', which means to kick someone when they're down. Thank you for reading. :) <3

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There is a body, hung up to dry

There is a body, hung up to dry next to a faded shirt,

There is a body, hung up to dry next to a faded shirt, shoulder to shoulder,

There is a body, hung up to dry next to a faded shirt, shoulder to shoulder, pinned up as a reminder

There is a body, hung up to dry next to a faded shirt, shoulder to shoulder, pinned up as a reminder for shy eyes.

Words are but fabric softener

Words are but fabric softener that it soaked up,

Words are but fabric softener that it soaked up, the colours bled and ran

Words are but fabric softener that it soaked up, the colours bled and ran and distorted,

moaning a sad soliloquy

moaning a sad soliloquy or even a guttural cry

moaning a sad soliloquy or even a guttural cry of flaking wrists.

There is a body, hung up to dry

There is a body, hung up to dry but the sun is kind, floating

There is a body, hung up to dry but the sun is kind, floating in evening conversations,

There is a body, hung up to dry but the sun is kind, floating in evening conversations, the gentle murmur of a world

There is a body, hung up to dry but the sun is kind, floating in evening conversations, the gentle murmur of a world that has moved on.

The body shifts and sighs,

The body shifts and sighs, its life seeps into a puddle

The body shifts and sighs, its life seeps into a puddle of water on the floor

The body shifts and sighs, its life seeps into a puddle of water on the floor and its flesh,

The body shifts and sighs, its life seeps into a puddle of water on the floor and its flesh, its flesh is torn fabric.

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