Truth Or Dare? Poem by Livi Topley

Sit with me, she breathes, and we’ll play that game of truth or dare, that the kids play when they are bored and have nothing better to do.
She leant back to cut the air with her ribs. They stuck out all across her chest and down her side.
And she is laughing. And I am watching.
Can’t say I remember what she was wearing on that day. So hot all the colours of fabric ran into one big smear.
Black and grey. Grey and black.
She paused for a second to get her breathe back, her hair changes shades in the sun, lying down still smiling, she says those words again.
Truth or Dare?