Hated

The summer sun beats down. The grass sharp dry and dead. Sitting outside in the humid heat alone. Sorrowful, longing glances directed towards the house. Separated by my stupidity and their distrust. She appears. Her attitude as bad as the heat. I sit, silent. She stares me down. Like a snake eyeing its prey. I stay still and tense. Don’t let her see the fear. I refuse to make eye contact. I am a mouse in a lion’s den. One glance. Her eyes speak of hatred. Two glances You don’t belong here go home. Her venom seeps through and destroys.