#WritcoPoemPrompt122
Someone has asked you a question,
That feels far too personal,
It's only a first impression,
You might be completely wrong and irrational,

'How old were you when they first put it in?'
I was twelve when it happened, That's too late don't you think
The question hangs in the room, sucking the air out,
you look at me as if to say 'Why so nervous, what's that about'
I began to mutter under my breath, my face filled with red.
Flustered, the words...