I put my faith in you, so much faith and then you... just threw it away

The Five Minute Revisionist

Her cigarette trembles precariously on the edge of her weak fingers and ash shudders down with each new tremor. Her eyes stare blankly at the garage door, too tired, too weak to look elsewhere. I wonder when she last ate.

All I want to do is stare at some other part of her driveway - the snickering ( Read more... )

Pills

I stare at the discarded book under my bed, D’Aulaires’ Norse Gods and Giants. My favorite illustrated book in childhood. Spears of memory pierce through my perpetual fog.

My Apple Shirt is grumpy today, pouting and whining in the corner and I pick up and cradle my cotton candy tie-dye shirt instead. Cotton Candy is delighted to see ( Read more... )

He lounges precariously on the rotting branch of a skyscraper tree and watches a lone brown leaf flutter in the slight breeze. His eyes never lift from the leaf, as though the power of his gaze alone might force it to stay. Hands wrapped around his lean body and two day old t-shirt, he sits and stares.

In stark contrast, she stands, head ( Read more... )

“You’re going out with James to the party at Alyssa’s,” Rosalind’s father states from where he leans near the front door.
            Rosalind pats her front pocket to make sure she has her license and the money she’ll owe Sam after tonight. She doesn’t bother wondering how her father knows that Alyssa is having a party as she searches ( Read more... )

 I hit my breaking point at 4:11 today. That's normally the time that I call you, when I hit the edge and try not to fall off, but you're not here anymore. I wish I had your voice bottled inside my head to calm me down.

Clean out your room, Sarah. God you've got a lot of shit in here! Sarah just throw it all away. No Sarah, that has to move, you can ( Read more... )

I  think I figured out why it was so important for me to tell you. It really wasn't out of obligation, out of a feeling that you had a right to know. It was desperation. I was so sick of hating myself, I was desperate to tell someone, so that they could tell me I'm wrong. There's no reason to hate myself. That I'm still a good person, that I'm ( Read more... )

 When did our friendship become so base as for us to get actually petty and mean with each other?

I don't know.

But let's stop.

Sapphire Dreams

Oh, for Sappho's maid, dreaming sapphire dreams!
Oh, for the gentleman in a tailored coat, who beats her to her knees!

Oh, for the God for the stone men who hold a head under water!
Oh, for the bloated face of His pale and upright daughter!

Oh, for the Empress, who daired to love a maid!
Oh, for the price they both are forced to pay!

Oh, ( Read more... )

 I wanted to write a story about my mistakes but you said that people don't read books eight volumes long these days.