Traitor

May 22, 2009
By nina rhoades BRONZE, Carthage, North Carolina
nina rhoades BRONZE, Carthage, North Carolina
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Her apathy oozes
In the falsity of her
Passing smile.
I can tell.

I’ve only know her
For six years,
Something she seems
To have forgotten.

Eyes that cut,
Whispers like cigarette burns,
Our six years
Dissolving

In the acid
Of that stifled laugh.
We vowed it would never happen.

We pinky-swore.


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