About a friend

Dead from a lump on your neck,
A year after discovery

You lay flat on your back,
Wanting to go,
Having been dragged mercilessly
Through every emotion,

Feeling endless pain.
Your perfect teenage body
Was a battle ground,
Where good and bad fought

Noiselessly within the throbbing warmth
Of your veins.

You couldn't escape it,
Much as you tried.
We both knew it would get you in the end.
Young girl, virgin, friend.