This one is a prose-poem written in three to four sentences, though more if needed. Enjoy.
Midnight Phone Call
My best friend's life is in shambles with people gawking at her behind
her back and she, losing her sanity while trying to look like the life of
the party. But in reality she falls to pieces and dwells over wanting
to take her own life so no one will have to worry about her. Though
I am tired, I listen with sympathy and a pinch in my chest; I can see her
with her hands dyed red and her face losing its color, and my black
eyes fade away from surprise. I have never seen her like this before.
A moment passes before she finishes, thanking me for listening to her
and being a good friend to her, then hanging up, leaving me alone,
hurting and pondering.
