Happy Friday to you all. My Guest Writer this week is making her debut. Please welcome Sylvie Beech. Poetry has always been her favourite form of writing, but she likes penning flash fiction too. If you’d like to be included in my guest writer slot, please get in touch: estherchilton@gmail.com. Poems can be up to 60 lines and prose 2000 words. If you’d like to add a short bio and photo, then great.
Bullies
By
Sylvie Beech
So quiet at the back,
No one can see her.
If she closes her eyes tight,
No one can see her.
The bell rings, lessons done,
Now they can see her.
They wait while she walks past,
Now they can see her.
She runs all the way home,
Still they can see her.
Their feet are coming fast,
Still they can see her.
She can smell their breath now,
So clearly they can see her.
Fists fly out to get her,
So clearly they can see her.
On she goes, through the gate,
Soon they won’t see her.
Key in the door and in,
Soon they won’t see her.
Home early, Dad greets her,
He’ll make sure they don’t see her.
He holds her tight, such love,
He’ll make sure they don’t see her.
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Esther Chilton 
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