I wonder what you thought that day
were you sad?
were there tears to match mine
across the space of an ocean?
or were you happy,
eager to serve your country
even if it was to the end?
I couldn’t know
I didn’t but I felt it
the bullet piercing two hearts
I hope you were happy,
that you had read my letter that last night
smiled at the spicy things I wrote
slept with it under your pillow like the others
I hope it didn’t hurt
that an angel didn’t let you go alone
I wish I was there with you
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Camillia Simonds
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson7 days ago in Fiction
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