by foreverthesickestsam » Tue Nov 01, 2016 4:17 pm
I feel like outwardly good, but secretly evil about sums it up
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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Respect the living; Honor the dead.