My Cardboard Balcony

Moral Compass by Belinda Roddie I'd vote for an actual maggot over the orange maggot.

No Energy by Belinda Roddie There's nothing to write, and I can't write it. My cognitive ability has been cut in half. The sky is unreadable. The air is unbreathable. This is all you get. I didn't have a prompt.

Boiled Blood by Belinda Roddie Her brother lacked empathy for anyone. And it stung her.

THE SKY IS DISCOLORED AND DYSTOPIA IS REAL AND TEACHING IS HARD AND MY STUDENTS ARE GREAT AND DISCUSSIONS ABOUT RACE AND EQUITY NEED TO BE HANDLED BETTER AND I MISS MY SISTER AND BROTHER-IN-LAW AND I LOVE MY WIFE AND AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Second Thoughts by Belinda Roddie Were she not already betrothed, she would deeply love her tender She would drape her in sequins finer in gold, though the appearance of cheapness sting Ah, wife, if only you understood her and her needs and the words printed out in letters where ink was irrelevant to irrational impulses and desires But she knows that what she has is dearer than any precious metal and she'd be a fool to step away from King Midas's touch, purged of recklessness dipped in wine and deep thought and conversation and mirth

Uncomfortable Romance by Belinda Roddie Just did a great scene with a friend. Never again.

Ho-Hum by Belinda Roddie Under the yellow sky, three hummingbirds plotted world domination.