365 Days of Poetry: Day Ninety-Nine

Sally clammed up.
Looked down to her toes.
She wanted her voice back.
She wanted to go home.

Sara nodded her head.
Carrie put a foot forward.
They both moved through the threshold.
Sally willed herself over.

“You know my mom has spies.”
Sara hissed as she closed the door,
being careful to keep the handle turned,
so the sealing wouldn’t show.

Carrie kept her face complacent,
as she told a blatant lie:
“Sally couldn’t wait to meet you,”
she exclaimed, then beamed with pride.

The brother shook his head and turned,
blond hair swishing in his eyes.
Sally caught his smirk and grinned,
saw an ally walk down the aisle.

Sara stalked the same direction.
Said: “I thought you were going outside.”
Her brother called from down the hall:
“Carrie’s trouble, I’m staying behind.”


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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