Well, shit

There was something funny about all this. About being stabbed in the back. With a pencil no less. I mean, it didn't hurt, not too back at least. But dang. I didn't see it coming. One minute we were laughing, just stumbling to the convenience store in a late-night conquest for more Bud Lights, watching the sallow green grass bend in the breeze. The party of strangers at my house was still booming with music I didn't enjoy, but I enjoyed you. Our journey. A little escape from social charades. I grinned and you grinned too. That's about when you stabbed me. The lead pinched through my old cotton T, breaking into the soft skin stretched over my spine. I jumped, not with pain, but shock and I peered at you with new eyes. I'd been played. You were no friend. Just another guy with a padlocked soul. Playing social charades. And I a spent candle with the wick snapped away.