Middle. Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

Middle.



and she was alone.
with cuts that bled straight from the bone
they bled the same.
scratchy tone.

what she felt she lacked,
her best friend.
he felt it back.

slowly friendship fades away
as her life, starts to decay.
pushed back into the middle
a missing link to the riddle.

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