Thimble
Physics glued me to a rock and I have been dealing with that my whole life.
Hope
It's little bunnies trapped in the bathroom with a cat.
It's me writing my own stories because I have told them too often, talked too much.
We can pry open the door and find the tiled floor: Green and white.
Slick. Red.
She is sitting in the corner, trembling behind the cabinet.
Soft, warm, alone and begging to live.