at first i thought her eyes were blue,

until i took a closer look,

brown became the iris

of those pretty eyes,

she’s pretty, but completely rude.

i hate to say such things, because

she gossips but

is burdened,

she went missing today,

or was it

yesterday,

she sits three seats down from

me and it’s scary

so scary that she’s gone,

she is so closely intertwined

within my life,

but now she’s gone,

maybe dead, maybe

tortured, maybe being

sold for her soul,

three seats down