"What's it like outside."
"It's getting colder. The leaves have fallen from the trees and are covered in the first snow. It's nothing interesting."
"Sounds pretty."
"Not really. It's much nicer inside. How are you feeling?"
"Really? What's so nice about being inside?"
" It's warmer. I don't know. It's nicer with you. How are you feeling?"
"I'm not so nice though."
"What do you mean? You're wonderful."
"I hate that about you."
"What? That I think you're wonderful?"
"That you lie all the time."
"You think I'm lying?"
"Always."
"Come on now. I don't lie to you. Tell me though, How are you feeling? Are you hungry?"
"No, you do. All
The way she tapped her foot on the ground was graceful; Her blue-green tights moving fluidly to the beat she listened to in her head. She gently rested her chin on a delicate white hand, and when she wrote, her fingers danced. The blonde of her hair reflected sunlight, making it nearly golden. Her smile revealed white, straight, and glistening teeth. She was beautiful.
And he hated her.
Every time his eyes laid on her, his teeth would clench and his stomach would tighten. His breath caught in his chest as she walked. Her smile would stab his heart, the pain bringing tears and fire to his eyes.
He wanted to tear her apart; to ruin her. He w
Suddenly, standing over the bathroom sink. by Jeshi-chan, literature
Literature
Suddenly, standing over the bathroom sink.
Breathing in the sour air, filling up on my despair
brittle lungs burn like the tears on my face
still, is there no other better place? I lose my place like I lose myself in your eyes, like I lose myself in my lies, like I lose myself in my anxiety
I can't breathe.
I want the best for you, but that isn't me and I'm too selfish to let you leave I am sorry. I am sorry for feeling like I am right all the time but when these feelings overtake me like the waves of the sea I get stranded. I am branded by my past I have handed myself over to the enemy side, my emotions. Feel me. My pain is as intense as the setting sun and my blood is as red as
Anxiety burned in him like a fire, and he didn't know how to put it out.
Vaguely remembering the breathing exercises he'd seen in pamphlets before, he took a deep breath.
doesn't oxygen make fires worse?
He gave up after the second breath.
The digital clock blared 6:06pm, and Nathan shut his eyes. His lamplight burned his face like his anxiety burned his chest, but he made no motion to move it.
The next time he opened his eyes, it was 6:17. He watched the dust particles lazily flow in and out of the light, and he wondered how much dust coated the insides of his lungs. Its not like he used them often.
The sun was setting, and soon the on
Underneath the five o'clock morning glow, his face was soft and calm. His breath was slow and tickled my shoulder, whispering good mornings and sweet love letters as he slept. The fact that I hadn't slept a single minute didn't at all subtract from how content I was now. If I was quiet enough, I could hear his heartbeat.
Another hour will pass before he'll roll over, pull me closer, and remind me that I am beautiful and perfect and everything he could possibly want, and more. For now, though, I will lay quietly and trace my fingers over the face of someone I am so undeserving of calling mine.