Johnny slips the Cush back inside me, then stands making room for his father. The song synced with the Cush changes. Based on the rhythm of the pulse, I’m sure the song playing is “Closer.” The…
Dear God,
How do I know you’re there?
Yours unfaithfully,
Human
Dear Human,
Listen
To the scientists when they persistently explain the curiosities of the cosmos
To the creators when they courageously manifest love, joy, and peace
You’ll find me in the whispers of their hypotheses and muses
Yours,
Being
Favorite story from last week’s prompt (June 5th, 2020)
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