Writers Island is a Facebook group that aspires to bring out the best in all published and to-be published writers. This piece was inspired by a prompt which said:-
“No, it doesn’t go there.”
“No, that doesn’t go there” she said to me.
Eyes rolled as she smirked, hand raised to her head.
How many times do I have to tell you.
Ive told you so often, I know your father has too.
No, that doesnt go there, We say it so much,
Shows you never take notice. Not even a touch.
No that doesnt go there. I’m sick of those words.
Won`t say it no more – its like you never heard.
“Why do I bother? “My mum said to me.
I tried to get a word in, maybe two or three.
Why do I bother as she walked away.
I could tell from those words, that was it for the day.
It never occurred to her, that it wasn`t me.
That put in the wrong place. It was wrong, was all she could see.
It never occurred that I was not the one.
Didn’t seem to matter.
To her, it was done.
