The next day
she saw him holding hands with the queen bee.
Her smile started to fade
and the love she was so eager to show
got shoved down
down down
down into her gut.
He was with them now.
The cool kids.
He was her enemy.
But while laughter played his face
His eyes fixed on her.
And all she did was stare at the floor
and how there was a crack
and dust
and how everyone stepped on it
(and sometimes tripped)
She didn't meet his searching eyes.
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