Red Edges

Written by: makayla janczak

When he came home that night He could not believe his sight The sharp and red edges That took the life The life of the person he once knew The life of the person he was used to The comfort was taken And this began his breakage He ran outside that night And he had that feeling that he might Run the streets to find a fight That might block the memory of the sight But when he found who he was looking for That person had caused him pain once more He found him with his own sight That person he knew that took the life He looked in the mirror just to see If he could see his memory The memory of what used to be He finally noticed when he said “it was me”.