Kid
Spiky hair,
brittle waves,
porcupine,
hedgehog,
spiny Anteater,
echidna.
A kid
growing up
prickly.
The long tongues
of children
gibe him sharp.
Tumbleweed in the schoolyard.
Can’t tread him down.
Hurts are on the surface
like frozen
alphabet spaghetti.
Thorns and barbs,
jagged Jeers,
quills quietly quivering
the quarry -
face tucked
into his heart.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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