It was warm all week,
every day was sunny except today.
Clouds rolled in and dropped
soaking burnt hair
so it shrunk and curled.
That was the day she
leaned over and told me
"I can't believe this happened
I couldn't help myself"
"I know" I assured her
I must be in control of my emotions now
"you need to tell someone"
"no I can't"
"you must"
We walked out of class that day
hand and hand, and I wasn't sure
how to assure her I would never leave.
So I just smiled and hugged her.
We stood there,
while the rain washed away
our make-up and hair.
That was the first day,
we bathed in blood.