Fear gnawed at him,
he could hear the shriek.
Telling on someone felt wrong
but the injustice simmered,
especially since
this somebody was plain him.
The crime was there
the wound open.

Grandpa always said,
“Do the right thing.”
So, with a deep breath,
he stood outside the imposing
brick building
took a deep breath and
admitted himself.
Wounds should heal.