meet you on the other side (prose stuck in poetry form)

I. I rushed inside to the fifth floor, gave them my name, Noah Becker, and took my seat. I was equally dreading and eager to get this appointment over with. She came swooping around the corner after a little girl carrying a sippy cup in her mouth. She wore dreads, converse shoes, and an exhausted … More meet you on the other side (prose stuck in poetry form)