• Rebel Rebel

    by  • March 29, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Acceptance • 2 Comments

    How can it be… the reef is dead. Oh no it isn’t — yes it is. No. There’s still time.

    ~S~ I thought at least a friendship would last forever. Or at least twenty-five million years. Time enough to build the Death Star… oh, wait, that’s what we are. What if I go back in time and get the plans. Your Rebel storming the beach.

    So… why am I still haunted. You are gone. Moved on, or at least I hope you live and breathe; so what if it’s Imperialistic pantomime. But that love,must stay dead. Like the reef.

    But not. If we had twenty-five million years to save it… us.

    Would you? If I build it… would you come and fire it? Just to have me knock it down? Just to send you a signal that I’m still here. On the shore. And sunset coming fast.

    But you know me.
    Knew me.
    Well?

    ~CK~

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    2 Responses to Rebel Rebel

    1. Just
      March 29, 2017 at 1:29 pm

      .. come and get me already!




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    2. CK
      April 2, 2017 at 12:02 am

      Lol! You’re a doll. I wrote him a final time. Just to get the closure, I guess. Thank you for the smile.




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