…….A still evil that feels satanic, my trembling muscles felt like I was going to panic, a dark presence brushes across me cold as granite, it thought it was disguised I pretended to be enchanted, camouflaged the sweat on my brow behind the heat, I started to fan it; this level of evil other villains should get together and ban it, old and decrepit but with a shadowy shadow with a pitchfork, that leaves hoofs marks where she was standing, this kind of evil defies all understanding, sister Mary Ann Francis, a hallway mediator, spank kids like she was their parents, still traumatized after all these years, refusal to allow my wife to spank our kids, almost ended our marriage.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Past trauma prevents corporal punishment in this poem. I remember when in grade school the BOARD OF EDUCATION a large paddle with holes drilled in it
Lol; yes they’ve been disarmed decades ago
Standing, arm out at ninety degrees, hand up and open, attempt to keep thumb below palm level. Six? Eight? Had to be left hand - right preserved for writing, otherwise more trouble....
Kids saved - doesn't have to be intergenerational.
Not sure I can thank you for reviving that memory....
Great write, though 👍
Lol; thanks; glad you enjoyed it
Did not enjoy, but felt it was very worthwhile in highlighting the possibility of intergenerational abuse - 'sins of the father...' and all that.
Oh..
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