And then there were two
Best friends
Most of the time
On and off
For many years
One
running back to the other
When she probably should have let her be
Until
She realized
That she couldn’t
keep
letting
herself
get
picked
on.
And
left
alone.
And forgotten.
And ignored.
And chosen
second.
And lied about.
And pretend it was a joke.
And then there was one.
And she was happy.
Posted in response to the challenge Two.
I live in the city of Minneapolis. Like most cities, there’s light pollution, car noises, and all the other things we associate with cities.
Democracy is fragile as a house of cards with many, many layers
Many, many pieces
Many, many things that could go wrong
The slightest breath, enough to bring the whole thing crumbling
He doesn’t look at me
Like I look at him
I know exactly what he does at recess
Where he eats lunch
His middle name
I know what books he likes
What video games
I’ve slept in the same room with him
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