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Just a Wish
“Something’s been bugging me lately… time to come clean.”
Good thing we got this prompt today.
Something HAS been bugging me lately.
Convenient how that happens: you’re there,
thinking about this thing that’s bugging
you and finally you get to do something
about that something.
My favorite thing to do about that bugging
something is talk to someone.
Preferably someone who cares, but that’s
a lot to ask of humans, you know…
Caring… Lame, I guess.
But writing is good, to. When you talk,
all you can do is yell louder.
When you write, though, you can get
angry and stab the pencil through
the notebook if you want.
Or rip the paper out of the notebook,
crinkle it up furiously, ripping
it into a quadzillion tiny shreds
with your teeth before finally
going to find some shoes with
nails on the bottoms, dropping
the pathetic pieces to the ground
and stomping on them with
your nail feet because
you just absolutely loathe everything
that is on that sheet of paper
that is now a pile of paper dust
at your nail-studded feet because
everything on that paper was
true but you really really really
didn’t want it to be and you
But then you remind yourself
that wishing is futile and
where has it gotten you in
That’s right. Nowhere. Well,
somewhere, I guess, but nowhere
important because you’re alone now
in a place with nail shoes and
paper dust that is now starting
to wash away because it’s
starting to rain.
And you can’t help wishing that
maybe someone who cares
would come through the door and stand by you,
smiling warily as they offered you
a red umbrella.
But it’s just a wish.