I met her in gym class the first day of junior high.
She must have been a hold over from classes past
With her raspy voice and squinty drawn eyes
Baby Soft and old cigarette butts, soured.
Scary was the only word I could use to explain her.
She came out the wrong end of a VC Andrews novel,
Years later, after we all but her had moved on
Our paths crossed exponentially, confirming my suspicions
There was a crevice in the center of town
It could suck you in or spit you out.
using the write alm prompt from yesterday: