You are not a hero_Beautiful compulsions_Mama Knows Best_The Day Dad Died
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You are not a hero
You are not a heroYour scowls conceal tears, your jaw carrying the world's weight swinging clenched fists in societal pools. Your chest is a nitrogen prison, encasing a frozen heart, dreading warm spots. You are not a hero, so why are you cast as one? Your eyes are medieval spears impaling breast bones, slicked-back hair, and endomorph body a partner deterrent. Heroes are golden boys clad in blue tights, flaunting bat suits. Do you look like one? Swinging around skyscrapers, saving screaming civilians, mouths watering at sunlight glistening off your sweaty Hollywood six-packs? Does that sound ...
Beautiful compulsions
Two years ago, I was gifted a Tissot. It was a little after graduation and Aunt Leena, thoughtful as she was, offered to drive me down the jewelry shop. I was valedictorian. She wanted me to have the best grad present, and so I picked the sapphire glassed watch. “It was the perfect match for my eyes,” she had said. I thought so too. I thought she was the best aunt I could’ve asked for. I thought we got all the time in the world to make our own memories. But in honest truth, we didn’t. The little sapphire piece was snatched off me right before we made it home. We collided with that heavy comm...
Mama Knows Best
A breath.And the next.What do you do when your world begins to crumble around you?For her, she closes her eyes.She lets herself feel the gentle rise of her own chest, her lungs expanding, diaphragm contracting, with eacwww.onedoor.cch intake of breath.She listens to the soft puffs of air that slip through each exhale, listens as her breath mingles with that of others, listens as its return brings along a certain bitterness that hadn't been there before. "Breathe in 21% oxygen, 79% nitrogen, 0.04% carbon dioxide." Her mind recites."Breathe out 16% oxygen, 79% nitrogen, 4% carbon dioxide." She allows herself ...
The Day Dad Died
"Dad, please!" I whispered through my tears. I knew he didn't want me to make a scene on the bus. But why wouldn't he listen?"A man is going to come on the bus, he's bringing a bomb, you're going to die! We have to leave right now, or it'll be too late!" I pleaded with him.He looked at me with concern in his eyes. Then he sighed, and seemed to think for a moment."How about this, if anyone gets on the bus who looks even a little bit suspicious, I'll get everyone off, okay?" He put his hand on my shoulder.I nodded my head reluctantly. He was never going to listen."Now," He wiped the tears off of...