May 16, 2021
“ flowers grow back even after the harshest of winters. you will too. ” (For Roz from Caliban)
“Sure, I’ll grow back,” she replied curtly. “But in the same spot. Stuck.” Delicate fingers curled into fists on her lap. A red rose rising from the cracks of a sidewalk wasn’t beautiful, or inspiring. It was tragic. Roz exhaled angrily, refusing to shed any more tears. She was tired of crying, tired of feeling helpless with every single person around her. “What do you want, Caliban?” she sniffled. “Don’t you have a wife to attend to?”