thirteen years old

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she looks in the mirror

with light red lipstick

across her lips


she takes the black ink

and decorates her eyes


her cheeks are flushed

her hair is straightened


her mom is waiting in the car


she meets her friend

outside the doors


it is dark inside

but the lights bounce off the walls

a thousand ways


she huddles in a group

shoulder to shoulder

as the crowd grows

and the song changes


she looks around

for any clue of where he is


daydreaming

of when she might see him

or when he might see her


she looks around


and looks

and looks

and looks


soon the music will dissolve away


the night is turning grey

and her hopes start to fade


and looks

and looks

and looks


when she finds him

he is against the wall

with a girl


she stares at them together

she stares at the corner of his smile

she stares until it her stomach sinks

she stares for too long


she stares as he asks her to dance


she yells at her mom

on the way home


she yells at her friend

who calls her


she yells at her dad

when he asks how her night was


she yells at anyone who will listen


she goes upstairs

washes all of the colours from her face

and plunges into bed


and cries

and cries

and cries

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