My Cardboard Balcony

Dampened by Belinda Roddie I tried to catch a shower thought and pull it from the spray, just so - but it favored the mist and fought to stay in its portfolio. The warmth had settled in its bones, and already, I had forgot what it had been about - its throne was undisturbed, the lesson taught. I left the shower thought behind, as it preferred to be alone, and I wrote this old rot of mine instead, my fingers cold as stone. The keyboard, still, is nice to see, and the screen casts a friendly smile, as if both try to comfort me as if I were a sulking child.

Clueless by Belinda Roddie Wanna know the truth? 'Cause I don't know it, either.

Lingering by Belinda Roddie This is how hard it is to get you out of my head: Your fingernails dig into the side of my brain, the membrane fraying for your kisses and your pleas for attention, for adoration, for more, while I instead beg for mercy. When I dream, you are there. When I drink, you are there. When I take acid, you join me on the trips in a melting automobile. The tires burn gold rather than rubber, and your laugher is so fucking weird.

'Tis September by Belinda Roddie The little squirrel deserved the first acorn of the season.

I'm Here For You by Belinda Roddie sometimes it's just so exhausting to be a mama bear or a papa bear or a bear who doesn't go by any gender title but they all understand what it's like to hug what it's like to soothe while ignoring the sting and burns across their own backs that no one else tends to

Try The Fish by Belinda Roddie Sometimes, you just gotta order yourself a wild salmon sandwich.

Old Meme Drama by Belinda Roddie The badgers lived to fight another day against the snakes.