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.

  • #2937 Posted 21 days ago
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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