More by Angela Thomas my hamster has a little window in his cage. i have not had a good cry in what must be months. he must see everything with a pale shade of yellow. the warm water creeps between my toes like summer's hot sand. the world must look full of sunshine and promise, for little Boo. i dissapear. up to my cheeks, everything gets quiet. i cant hear Boo trying to get out of his cage anymore. i close my eyes, submitting to the silence my furrowed brow and crinkled eyes. it looks like summer here, forward and soft. 01/14/2004 Posted on 01/15/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)