Why Now

she counted them again just to be sure, the number of times a sly comment was uttered mixed in with all the compliments and gratuitous platitudes a cut a jab, designed to pull at the scab of healed memories, the ones you told yourself you'd never forget. oozing under layers of feigned love and acceptance the ones that tore at your soul all those years ago, the ones you could do nothing about you were just a kid, back then why? after all these years do those insults still live causing endless rage inside, where no one knows no one but you, you feel them now, afresh ripping your head smeared across your face like it was yesterday, why...