As they teased her,
Jeering from behind the safety
Of their computer screens,
Tears slowly worked their way down her face,
Their journey practiced and familiar.
Did they know how they hurt her?
Would they persist in this torture,
If they could see her tears?
It’s easy, she thought, to be cruel,
When your computer shields you
From the pain you inflict.
But so hard to escape,
When you’re the one it’s aimed at.