Do I deserve to burn too? I don’t like the smell of burning flesh smells like overcooked pig Am I a pig? My wrists hurt I don’t like doing bad things I don’t like seeing my skin peel It burns really bad But I think you’d want me to burn too » Continue Reading
Why is my body weak? Why does my heart hurry? Why do my legs ache? Why are my eyes blurry? Why does my throat sting? Why do my arms burn? Why am I so thin? Why does it all hurt? I don’t know Why don’t you? I don’t care Why don’t you? Do you like the way it feels? That, I do Do you still bare to feel it? That, I don’t I do not bar » Continue Reading
Mary knows that John is beautiful John is very beautiful John has eyes that sing like sirens And hair like lavender hill gardens Mary knows that John is beautiful Anyone would see he is very beautiful John talks with a voice sweet like sugar And lips pointed like the reddest rose Mary knows that John is beautiful Anne-Marie thinks John is beautiful too John is beautiful even with Anne » Continue Reading
John thought touch was utterly disgusting. John feared, ached, and hated that feeling of touch. He pained it, and would beat it down to the depths of his head. John wanted to forget it. Mary despised just as much as John did. You’d find it odd, both people who hated that feeling, confide in one another during the night. Mary turned to John, who laid facing her. John never could sleep as easily Ma... » Continue Reading
I like to play pretend. I lay in bed, and pretend i’m on the highest hill. I pretend the blood that i’ve sat in for hours, is soft green grasses, fuzzing on my skin. I pretend the ringing in my ears, as early bird blue jays. I pretend my brittle nails are tiny colony ants, looking for crumbs amongst the cool dirt. I pretend my dirty clothes are soft wool blankets, decorated with pretty patterns. I... » Continue Reading
For a while now, I’ve been devoting half of the time in my head to a novel. I came up with the story “The Walrus” nearly a year ago, and since then, it’s been the one thing I’ve been dreaming to publish one day. Unfortunately, as my life turns to its end, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to finish to novel as I planned. So, I decided to share all the notes and ideas I’ve been taking since I started t... » Continue Reading
My eyes are dots of chocolate fudge My hair is strands of bitter licorice My blush comes from strawberry cake My legs are candy canes My fingers are rows of sour belts My tongue is chewed up chewing gum My ears are filled with jellybeans My blood is sweet hot cherry pie My bones are sugar taffy My body tastes like lollipops My body is a lollipop And i’m scared to get licked » Continue Reading
Mary sat with Ben outside the corner-store. “Mary,” said Ben, “I like the way you do your hair, but why is it like that?”. Mary does her hair that way because John liked it when she did. “I just thought it was nice” said Mary. “Mary,” said Ben, “Would you ever make your hair another color?”. Mary thought about it for a little bit. “I don’t know Ben, but my hair was purple before”. “Your hair was... » Continue Reading
I’ve been unable to breathe right the entire day. I’ve become disgusting. I don’t care to live, my room has become a rotting mess, I’ve stopped caring about myself, I’ve become ugly. I try so hard to die, I forget how to live. » Continue Reading