waking up and realizing someone is missing
calling every authority you can think of to help
maybe she is sitting in a jail cell
fingers stained magenta and gold
maybe she’s lying in a hospital bed unconscience
no i.d.
last nights unknowns
“no white females, sorry miss”
the nurses line clicks out
maybe she’s worse
I can’t even put it in words
the thought makes my skin crawl
but she’s okay
hazy from the rohypnol
and frightened from the rise within a strange house
but alive and found
thank you universe
for getting us out of this one
with just a story to tell and a life lesson learned
I still have my best friend
she’s still filled with a powerful force
and we’re still charging forth with no fear

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