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Imaginary FriendI am bogged down with a sickness of the mind and heart. I am in agony. I ache, I pain, I sting, and yet I am numb. A gaping hole yawns like a chasm in the place where my heart recently dwelled. I can feel that black void slowly fill with tears however. They choke at the back of my throat, the despairing beast sobbing, wailing and clawing its way up, seeking purchase for its own selfish release. Tears prick at the backs of my eyes and I can feel my iris turn blue.
But this is not my own sorrow. I am merely the host for which this person must express emotion. Yet I cannot leave them to bare this themselves, for if I did, they would cease to exist.
Perhaps I am not a host then. We are simians, I and this enigmatic person. We each take from the other what we individually dont have. It is painful, and this despair is that relationship in motion. I wish to cry and let their pain flow, cleansing me in the process, as well as themselves. There is a rare occurrence, where each of us are b
We have received word. Today, Thursday the 22nd of January, 2009, at 5:30am this morning, the cards were dealt on the table. We never really had any doubt; we had faith in you from the very beginning. Oh, we took our photos and turned you from every angle to try and find that fault. And of course there were faults, but there was something incandescent in that mischievous twinkle in your eyes and in the wide stretch of your grin that made all your petty faults pale into non existence. But its been confirmed now, and our hearts rest easier for it. Congratulations Heath, youve been nominated for the Academy Award for best Performance by and Actor in a Supporting Role. We were all pretty confident youd be nominated, The Dark Knight is on the score board for Best Film and your boss, Chris Nolan is up for Best Director. We wanna say thanks. Its pretty daunting to think that today, at 3:36 pm; it will be a full year since you were pronounced dead. Doesnt feel lik
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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