THIS IS THE DAY WE DIE_A Hero's (Lover's) Lament_Untamed in nature_A Night with Mom
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THIS IS THE DAY WE DIE
THIS IS THE DAY WE DIEDepression sounded like a half-witted song, one that couldn’t be sung at home or school or the church. It was something so ephemeral that it seemed to have lost its meaning. It was unlikely that one of the children would somehow become infected with the virus. Life with the Bishop was simple: mornings with prayers and a plate of fried bananas; afternoons with Jesus and rosaries and seashells; evenings with stories and hymns. There was no way a child living with Bishop would end up being contaminated with the virus of depression.The children had only heard about the word o...
A Hero's (Lover's) Lament
A rope dangles before her, thick and writhing and descending through smoke. It twists and turns like a live python, and she feels like if she could only take hold, it would never let her fall. She could be safe.She reaches out, and watches her fingers turn to mist, insubstantial. She tries to step closer, and stumblwww.onedoor.cces; she looks down to see chains about her feet, iron cuffs biting into her ankles.She tries to assess the situation, but all she sees are burning grey fumes. Charcoal stains the white expanse that surrounds her, but the patterns shift whenever she turns her head, and she can’t keep...
Untamed in nature
1、 Succumb to the hot air that felt as thick and sticky as syrup. Suffocating in its humidity and breathlessness. Gasping for air, panting like an animal. What differentiates me from those that live in the wild. My ability to integrate into society. My social skills and mannerisms? I prey on others for my own self-indulgence and approval just like a wild animal hunts its prey and is ranked in the food chain. Scoping out the area I feel inclined to pounce just as a lion does. On all fours I do just that, into the forest, into the trees and unknown. Where no one can hear a thing except the rustl...
A Night with Mom
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Angie asks as we meander out of the office. It’s been a long week, and everyone wants to chill. For Angie and my other coworkers, it means heading to the bar down the block for drinks. For me, it means not seeing any other living creatures except my cat and my plants until Monday morning.“I’m sure,” I smile. “My friend is coming over tonight, and we’re going to hang out this weekend.”It’s a bald-faced lie, but I can’t bring myself to feel guilty about it. My coworkers are all nice people, but it’s hard enough to deal with them during the workday. I fee...