Red Ink

Teacher
Slowly reaches past me
I flinch,
Knowing hidden strength
Hides in the ink of his pen
Red; correcting my ill poem
Remedying my fatal mistake

I cringe in fear, 
A coward. 

A child afraid of needles,
My mind screams; terror

Teacher
Slowly reaches past me,
I stand still; prey.
Try not to shake.
I tell myself slowly
This is not abuse