V.

V.

A Chapter by Brittany

 

(I should buy a paisley shirt.

So I can blend into the walls.

I would rather be heard, not seen.)

 

 

 

She was loosing her white blood-cells.

So she drank boxed wine. Franzia. The red kind.

It put a sparkle in her eye.

 

I came up with some good hemoglobin jokes.

Then decided it best not to share them with her.

 

She told me stories she had already told me before.

Along with stories I never wished to hear.

So I told her how I felt.

And hoped she would remember come morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



© 2010 Brittany


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how is this delicate, yet visceral, yet filled with this intense melancholic ache all at once?

a person could die from so many things felt at once, you know..

Posted 14 Years Ago


I want to kiss you too after this one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Okay .It's official. Yes, I do want to kiss you. Anyone that puts hemoglobin in a story is a genius and I miss your laughter. Brilliant piece, dear. Remember when you were embarrassed about your writing and would barely show me? I still have that piece written down in a book. You've always been talented and it's pieces like this that prove that even more.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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