Taking punishment
As the ruler struck
her knuckles
she bit her lip
He was dark,
tight lipped
with a stern
expression.
One last strike
and her blood
trickled to the floor.
She grinned
for grinning
is the same as scoffing
and giggling
as good as tears......
poem by Ruth Walters
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