My Cardboard Balcony

Overdue by Belinda Roddie I think it's high time they arrested the cops who murdered Breonna Taylor.

Father Figure by Belinda Roddie I'm proud of my "dad-sona" and will never change it.

It's Not Farewell by Belinda Roddie It wasn't meant to end like this, but at least this ending is only temporary until we rewrite it together with pen instead of pencil, in cursive instead of print, just to make our beautiful reunion all the fancier.

Front Yard Bliss by Belinda Roddie Sitting on the patio was all I needed to relax.

Give Me Autumn by Belinda Roddie Can the sun take a nap for a while, please?

The Waiter by Belinda Roddie She couldn't take my order because I was stuttering too hard. She brought me tea, thinking that would calm me down. She held my hands and remarked, "Man, your skin is so cold!" But I was so, so fucking warm inside me. My bones, my blood, my organs. Everything. She had red curly hair and beautiful bronze skin. Her nails were long and painted orange "for the autumn." She invited me to go with her to the taco truck next door after her shift because, "You're never going to find better ceviche." That hottie of a waiter got such a good tip. This week's prompt was provided by an online random word generator.

Infection by Belinda Roddie In the storming city, people couldn't stop dancing at night.