“Bye Rosie (shame on me for hoping and believing).”
Rosie walks past, her perpetual sadness sinks and weighs on her happiness. Her insecurities are beyond microscopic and I wonder… Do you have to rip hate through our existence? What is hurting you so much that casting that level of anguish is all that brings you a temporary relief? My desire and attempts of being a sister is exhausting, my love for Rosie, is easy.
. . .
He peaks out of Shadow’s with a longing.
Oh yeah, I can use his help! But, I’ll refrain…
. . .
Rolls of thunder bounce and the clap of light threaten promises of torment as wind blows past with a sharp cut of cold… damnit! I have a lot boxes!
Joy Jane June
26th short 04.17.2019 rolls of thunder
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