February 6, 2011
she braves the crowded hall
wrapping herself tightly
against insult
no longer a person
but a speck in the swarm.

secrets that were her own
belong now to the pack
to be devoured
at their discretion.
the echoes of her heart
resound in taunts
off lockers and lunch tables.

there is kinship in this feeding
the recognition by one predatory eye
of another, the grin of bloody mouth
to mouth.

i sigh as the hunters flock
to dispatch this weak antelope
reminded that I have survived
another day in this hormonal wild.

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