A figure sat still
in a corner of the room
The room was quiet until,
the figure took uneasy breaths
I knew who this figure belonged to
I knew it at the first glance
but assured myself it wasn't,
it can't be...
It rose its head,
its hollow sockets met my eyes
My mother.
Her lips twitched a little
and that was all it took
to make everything go black.

Someone will always be
better than you,
and you will always be
better than someone
That is how it works
now keep moving.

Grade eight,
new class, new classmates
Left out, I was
Hardly I talked to them.
Until,
Her
She 'talked' to me
she made an effort
I liked her voice.
And we talked more...
Late night talking on phone
sharing of stories
Truth never hidden
A lie never told
My partner in crime, she is.
My poopmate.
Doesn't matter if this sounds cheesy
I love her.