My Best Friend

by Jackie Bilson   May 29, 2009


Golden glimmer in your hair
Biting your lip
They stop and stare
Pushing forward, cracked shells at your feet -
Strategy of lace peeking under your seat

Stay away. Go away.
Your voice grates my ears.
The nightmare, the princess,
that grips all my fears.

It's YOUR fault, It's HIS fault,
You are BOTH to blame.

I pray for the day that I won't know your name.

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