Stage four. Had been for a decade. Ten years letting the cancer rot and eat through your cells and they told you that you were fine. I shouldn’t have been focused on that now, of course. She asked me to tell the other technician that she was sorry. “I think she’s pregnant.” She was. Approximately six months along. “I just didn’t want to have to reschedule my appointment. I know that’s selfish.” It was. It was for an annual. She couldn’t have known, of course, that I was coming to see you or what that would mean. But she shouldn’t have needed to. She shouldn’t have done it. Because of the exposure, I couldn’t come inside. The epidemic was so new and so contagious. I watched as people who abandoned you had to be the ones in the room with you. I’m sorry for that. You looked so sad to realize. I didn’t want to disturb you, watching from the window. I didn’t realize you would hear me. “Everything’s going to be okay now, bud. I promise. They say that energy isn’t created or destroyed, it
I don’t know what it was about the world around me, but it had all grown so bland. You’d think that at eighteen, I’d be just starting to experience all it had to offer. I don’t know if it was over-exposure or a lack of options or even just a general disinterest, but the world simply was not appealing to me. I was desperate to try anything and everything once, in case something came along and saved me from the dullness I experienced daily. I had experienced so much in my mind, but not enough I realized. The things I had experienced were not things I would want to tell to fu
Empty Parks: Slept on Sunday by DeathbySkittlez, literature
Literature
Empty Parks: Slept on Sunday
Do you even remember the first time we kissed?
My garage was just another room and we couldn't get in the house. I’d left my keys. Silly, I did that often in the beginning.
My black dress was plain and my heels had been kicked off carelessly onto the floor. Your suit was black, offset only by a red tie and you’d placed your hat on my loose waves. You thought I looked better in it.
I sat on the sofa with your head in my lap and I thought for what must have been the hundredth time that I would’ve killed for eyes like yours. You didn't even appreciate them. I did a lot of thinkin
This is what a Toxic Relationship Looks Like by DeathbySkittlez, literature
Literature
This is what a Toxic Relationship Looks Like
Once, I planted myself in a single spot in the
Earth and I told her,
"Make me happy."
She threw the wind back in my face and retorted,
"I owe you nothing."
But I had rooted myself in her apathy
And carved her beauty in my breast
Because it was the closest I could get to my heart.
I carried her inside my skin
Because this was the closest I ever came to love.
So I clung to her desperately,
Like a leaf not yet ready to give into Autumn.
She was a tree
And I was a weed beneath her branches,
Unable to reach sunlight.
But the cruelest thing had to be that
She wouldn't even smile as she killed me.
Stage four. Had been for a decade. Ten years letting the cancer rot and eat through your cells and they told you that you were fine. I shouldn’t have been focused on that now, of course. She asked me to tell the other technician that she was sorry. “I think she’s pregnant.” She was. Approximately six months along. “I just didn’t want to have to reschedule my appointment. I know that’s selfish.” It was. It was for an annual. She couldn’t have known, of course, that I was coming to see you or what that would mean. But she shouldn’t have needed to. She shouldn’t have done it. Because of the exposure, I couldn’t come inside. The epidemic was so new and so contagious. I watched as people who abandoned you had to be the ones in the room with you. I’m sorry for that. You looked so sad to realize. I didn’t want to disturb you, watching from the window. I didn’t realize you would hear me. “Everything’s going to be okay now, bud. I promise. They say that energy isn’t created or destroyed, it
I don’t know what it was about the world around me, but it had all grown so bland. You’d think that at eighteen, I’d be just starting to experience all it had to offer. I don’t know if it was over-exposure or a lack of options or even just a general disinterest, but the world simply was not appealing to me. I was desperate to try anything and everything once, in case something came along and saved me from the dullness I experienced daily. I had experienced so much in my mind, but not enough I realized. The things I had experienced were not things I would want to tell to fu
Empty Parks: Slept on Sunday by DeathbySkittlez, literature
Literature
Empty Parks: Slept on Sunday
Do you even remember the first time we kissed?
My garage was just another room and we couldn't get in the house. I’d left my keys. Silly, I did that often in the beginning.
My black dress was plain and my heels had been kicked off carelessly onto the floor. Your suit was black, offset only by a red tie and you’d placed your hat on my loose waves. You thought I looked better in it.
I sat on the sofa with your head in my lap and I thought for what must have been the hundredth time that I would’ve killed for eyes like yours. You didn't even appreciate them. I did a lot of thinkin
This is what a Toxic Relationship Looks Like by DeathbySkittlez, literature
Literature
This is what a Toxic Relationship Looks Like
Once, I planted myself in a single spot in the
Earth and I told her,
"Make me happy."
She threw the wind back in my face and retorted,
"I owe you nothing."
But I had rooted myself in her apathy
And carved her beauty in my breast
Because it was the closest I could get to my heart.
I carried her inside my skin
Because this was the closest I ever came to love.
So I clung to her desperately,
Like a leaf not yet ready to give into Autumn.
She was a tree
And I was a weed beneath her branches,
Unable to reach sunlight.
But the cruelest thing had to be that
She wouldn't even smile as she killed me.
ROUGH WATERS Surviving with a wounded smile that I wish I could heal, She doesn’t know it, but I’m like her, I know it’s real, Unjustified pain, tormenting the spirit of a human soul, Because when our hearts break, we lose all control, We are spinning catastrophes, thanks to words not said, And there’s that miserable thought living inside our head, “I wasn’t good enough!” repeatedly bringing us down, All that gave us reason to smile, now replaced by a frown, So, yes, I see her, and what she’s feeling, I understand, If for a moment, I wish I could walk with her, hand in hand, So much I want to say, but someone’s presence is enough, A friend is invaluable, especially when waters get rough… -brad
Have been ombre to red hair since November. Tried to go full red today and the middle third wouldn't take it. Very strange, will be dyeing back to my natural color in the morning.
I've made a liar of myself. Due to classes, there is no way I'll be able to keep up with NaNo, my apologies. However, I will still post my story here, just at a much slower rate than I would if I were doing NaNo. Best of luck to the rest of you!
It's been a while since I've interacted with you lot and I've began to miss it. I wanted to get back in the swing of things here before NaNo started up because I'm going to participate this ear and actually put forth an effort so I'll likely be posting my writing here to sort of keep myself accountable and on-track for the month. I hope classes don't get in the way but we'll have to see. To any others competing in NaNo, good luck, feel free to contact me and I shall see you on the flip side!
Much love,
DeathbySkittlez
Hey its phin! I kinda randomly thought about you today and when I saw that DA had stopped acting all wonky I pounced at the chance. I know its been a while but I hope you're still being amazing out there, wherever you are. And I hope you're happy. Hit me back if you get the chance. Inspire me if you can muster it😏