Flash. Flash. Flash.

When all you’ve ever said is “yes,” no one ever expects the “no.”

I Am Mine

It rises like a battle hymn in my chest, asking me what friendship is if it dissolves with one word.

He hasn’t visited, called, texted.

His myriad of expressions when I had asked, “Do you think I owe you?” The last expression, trifling, brief, seeming to be “yes.”

I was done.

Thunder shivers the house. I welcome the sound, the rush of rain. If not for the lightning striping, sizzling, I would dance in the cloudburst. Cleanse myself.

I am mine.

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Sometimes you just need a little Pearl Jam. Or oftentimes, really. 😉