Maybe we can still be friends


A bright pink teddy bear was banished to the back of the closet

And its glassy eyes shimmer with painful memories

As vicious dirt stains its velvet heart


Tear-stained sheets lie crumpled upon the floorboards

While a silent bed frame dreams of past creaks and groans

And the sun refuses to lighten the window


"Maybe we can still be friends."


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

This gives me the creeps. I want to put an adult, went on a date to the fair, vibe, but I keep seeing this little child instead.

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Robert Quick

Robert Quick

This is definitely my favorite of the three that were published together. No word is wasted and you convey feeling very strongly. I know that for so much of my work, I look back with disdain and that's normal for many a writer but I'm always surprised you aren't a fan of your own work. I really like this one.

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