My Cardboard Balcony

This Is It by Belinda Roddie Tell me, if you could save the world, palm its negative energies and convert it to a murky marble to be lobbed into the void, what would you do on that first night of freedom and relief? Would you dance, and if so, who would you dance with?

One Correct Answer by Belinda Roddie I'm perfectly willing to go home if given the option.

Trip by Belinda Roddie Dealing with your bullshit is absolutely detrimental to my health. To spare us both pain, please take two of these white pills, don't question where they're from, and enjoy the supersonic dreamscape of your own immortal insanity.

Smelt by Belinda Roddie If desire burns, then I am forged from Vulcan's fire.

Keep At It by Belinda Roddie So, uh...we're still working on dismantling white supremacy, right?

Fin? by Belinda Roddie This story ends when I say it ends. And it will not end. It never ends. The water keeps flowing back. And every time it's drunk, eternal youth is maintained.

Uncanny by Belinda Roddie Looks, walks, and talks like a traitor. Conclusion: A traitor.