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Julianna Dec 2018
the raindrops feel like spit.
raindrops are beautiful,
and so was your spit,
but only when it danced with
mine.
Julianna Dec 2018
You were the girl crying

In the first floor bathroom this morning.
I heard your sobs rattle the silence.
Someone had excluded you from a party.
Your best friend didn’t comfort you, she was at lunch,
Laughing with the party animals.

What animals.

The betrayal of friendship never happens just once.

And when her dog got cancer, and the medical bills
Got too much,
Her father exhaled, and then sipped his coffee and ordered for that poor dog to be put to sleep.

Life is not a test of loyalty, he told her, it’s a test of survival.

— The End —