Blood running down his cheek
Left in a heap upon the ground
Motionless
Frightened
Scared
Finally he gets up
Hurting from his wounds
The salt of his tears sting as they cross over them
Slowly he
Walks
Stumbles
Falls
Until he finds help
The bully had left him in bad shape
That much he could tell
The laughter of the bully
Ringing in his ears
The physical wounds will heal one day
The mental and emotional ones never will
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