The Center

The cool, blue tiles at the Center were a soft memory of downtown Where my mom and I once picked red flowers from bushes on Christmas There was a time when she decided to take me to the Center for lessons. Coming out of the stall in the bathroom I saw a body lay across the floor I wasn't sure if they were alive so I ran out without checking a pulse I was only twelve or so and I found someone and told them about it I spent a long time wondering if they were diabetic or overdosing.