Fish and chips on a plate
A meal meant for me
But I was late
Wait…
I wasn’t

A misunderstanding
Clear to see
But fate already awaited me

Back of my head
Fistful of hair
Thrust my face
in that plate right there

Fish, chips, and mushy peas
embedded my face
with apparent ease

But that wasn’t enough
to vent your rage
Slapping followed
Head to toe
Bladder reacted
and let it flow

The shame, the pain,
Still felt today
Memories
Never go away…

Gail Thornhill is a bookworm from Cheshire. Her best subjects at school were English Language and Literature. She has always enjoyed reading, fact, fiction, and poetry.