Strangers

Strangers 

are the closest companions. 

You take a shot 

and I let it go.  

You say I’m pretty 

and I let it go. 

Will we meet again? 

I don’t know.

Geri

MD

17 years old

More by Geri

  • Battle Cries

    One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

    lit up by fluorescent lights 

    She saunters toward the building 

    holding another girl’s hand

  • Surrender

    The screen stares back at me: 

    9:30 pm, 

    an unfinished assignment, 

    a deadline due. 

    My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.