"Well," my voice ran through
the tiny spaces between my
skeletal structure, up and down
my lungs, through each membrane
of my brain's hemispheres, and
through the wisps of air squirming
between my teeth, "thank you
for being honest with me and
I'm sorry about what happened."
"Please don't say that because
I d-don't want to reply w-i-w-ith 'it's okay'
because it isn't okay and I don't want
to sound rude. J-Just...let's move on from
t-talking abo-u-ut this and focus on our
project from n-now on." Charlie looked
down at his socks with teddy bears
on them. His babies thought they
looked funny and would laugh whenever
he would run down the halls wearing
them. With a smile, his head flicked up.
"You should m-m-meet them."
"What?" Rose's eyes widened.
"You sho-hou-uld meet Adelina and Theo."
CZYTASZ
shades of red
Poezjawhen you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
