an old acquaintance

He walks into my room
An old friend of mine.
He holds something shiny.
"Hello Rae." 
He spit my name like something dirty.
I cringe.
He's going to kill me.


Cassidy Small


I was so not expecting the ending! I love it. My creative writing teacher would love it too!

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