Thistles and thorns

A terrier named “thistle” was perfect.

She was all the soft bits. The cool, delightful pillow-y purple at the top.

Finding the smooth spaces between excrescences of past hurts and goddamn bad days

She made you forget

there was ever a weed.

 

A response to:
December Writing Prompts

 

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