Chagrin
Scour my memory of this moment
My skeleton turns ice cold and shatters while my cheeks absorb its heat,
A bone-splinter windchime fraternizes with the reverberating laughter.
Oh, ground please devour me up! Ingest me, sour and bitter!
Stench of the uncool, unworthy, unacceptable, unwelcome, oozing from every pore.
This moment forever in their mind's eyes as: ‘Thank God that didn't happen to me.’
About the Creator
Joe O’Connor
New Zealander
English teacher
Short stories and poems📚
Please be honest- I would love your constructive feedback, as it's the only way I'll get better. Would rather it was pointed out so I can improve!
Currently writing James The Wonderer
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.