And then there were two.
Two hearts, two stories.
Two lives intertwined.
Doubletime.
Two angry auras
Flushed with the blue of sadness
And the hue of love, at the edge
Out of the way
Out of reach.
Two heartbeats
Racing in doubletime.
Unstoppable
Improbable.
Doubletime.
Posted in response to the challenge Two.
The little kids
Ask for advice.
"What's middle school like? Seventh grade?"
They ask what to do and
Where to go and
What they should prepare for.
I could give them a list
Like my teachers gave me.
I should've written it in pencil
I should've known it couldn't last.
Should've told it to a page in an in-between
Far from permanence.
I should've written it in erasable graphite
Should've whispered it to no one
I am begging you, resist it.
I promise that you can.
I know it's hard and challenging
But you know, you know she's banned.
She's off limits.
Don't play that game.
She's poisonous and dangerous.
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