I don’t know why
you laughed – or what
that swift flick glance meant –
but it hurt me.
Sarah writes poems
This is a space for me to write, share my words and play with poetry. You are very welcome here.
I don’t know why
you laughed – or what
that swift flick glance meant –
but it hurt me.
Sarah writes poems 
Ohhhh. I can picture this. It sounds like high school.
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Good point – secret thoughts suggested in a laugh can leave another hurt.
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Very telling. Short verses but this speak volumes.
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Very well said… some secrets hurt even if we don’t know the details!
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The whip lash, the cutting tongue. Very effective.
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Short, not so sweet and familiar. I’ve never mastered the art of the ‘swift flick glance’ and I’m glad I didn’t. We’re better off with pets – they don’t laugh at you and they don’t keep secrets.
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oh. so few words but pack a punch!
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Reminds me of teenage days.
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This is powerful. That undecipherable “swift flick glance” that can dole out pain is so quick and unobtrusive that it can leave the injured in doubt, what just happened? I’m going to share this poem with my tween relatives. It’s so inspirational — and articulates what bubbles below the surface.
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I’m glad it resonated with you – I think!
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Amazing punch to the gut here Sarah in so few words. excellent!
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I felt this deeply… I actually cringed when I read it.
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Oh the harm we can do to each other. Ouch.
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I could see and feel that “swift flick glance”. We know the power of hurtful words but even a look can kill our spirit. So sad to think that many endure this daily as part of bullying.
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