"Journal" River 2023
how full could you be
with my hopes and my dreams
my runaway fears
you've been here for years
i'm surprised i can't hear your scream
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About the Creator
River Joy
I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rodgers vibes.
Praying on the weak
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It showed my lonely chambers, in the back of a cold church. It showed Alby Duncan and his daughter, Lucy, standing behind me. Alby had been a member of my flock so long that I remember Lucy being born. 19 years ago that was. It was always a delight to see them. Lucy smiled at me in the mirror. “Hello, Father Morris,” she says.
By Shane Dobbiea day ago in Fiction
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This is so good. That notebook looks very well-loved. Beautiful, River.