McKay

I was
all of 16,
and he was 18.
We blankly
watched the
sunrise,
passing a bowl
and a bottle
back and forth,
feeling old.

Children began
playing soccer.
We felt
so removed
from them.
Hideous.

Our faces were blotchy
with alcohol
and sobbing,
and we’d let her die.

I spoke of consequences.
He said he’d give anything
to stay that numb.

And there our paths diverged.

-GD Butler

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