Death of a friendship
By Demetriss Moore

If I had listened more closely
or looked behind me
I would have seen her
opening my life for everyone to see
smearing her blood
over my name and reputation

She is that beast that makes one last attack before it dies.

She is the yin to my yang.
I am all that she is not.
If her eyes turn green then it is all too clear
why she has tried to tear me down
and why she has buried herself in the process.

Her tombstone will be a statement of how the friendship of two women
can go sour in an attempt to gain the affections of a fool.

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