She Is Like A Child Picking At

She Is Like A Child Picking At A Scab, Unable To Stop Herself Even Though She Knows It Will Hurt.

At One Point, She'd Wanted To Hurl The Whole Breakfast At The Wall. And Then She'd Remember Why It Was That Men Had Temper Tantrums And Women Didn't: Cleanup.

Sometimes Being A Good Friend Means Saying Nothing.

Then He Left Her There, Standing Alone, Surrounded By Word Ghosts; Things She Could Have Said.

It Was True; Always Had Been. Friendships Were Like Marriages In That Way. Routines And Patterns Were Poured Early And Hardened Like Cement.