by foreverthesickestsam » Mon Jan 21, 2013 11:02 am
Frisco sighed...."Yhea..." Her voice trailed, she was depressed, and yet she had no clue why, nothing in the world was wrong, the one she loved also loved her and it may just work out this time! she had every reason to be exited and happy, but she wasn't, why?
When you drive home that night with the cage
belted into the passenger seat, the bird
makes a sound that is not a word
but that you immediately recognize
as the sound of your mother’s phone
ringing, and you know it is the sound
of you calling her again and again,
the sound of her not answering.
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