MY MOTHER SAYS NO
MATTER HOW MUCH YOU
WASH
SOME STAINS ARE
PERMANENT
I REALLY HOPE
YOU'RE NOT ONE OF THEM.
.
niall had fallen
asleep
on the bed.
but i wanted
o u t.
i got dressed
and threw on a beanie
to cover up the hair.
i smiled in the mirror
by
the
door.
i was not pretty.
like i wished to be
i saw my bones
move beneath
my
skin
and i frowned.
u g l y.
isn't that what mother always
told
me?
i glance back at niall
and walk out the door.
the streets
aren't crowded
they aren't
empty.
there's art where ever
i look.
and it's beautiful.
i figure
liam
and
zayn
are off fucking somewhere
with
the eyes they were making
at
eachother.
i hope
they don't destory each other.
i open a shop,
sort of a book store
but with alcohol.
i smiled.
this was were i
belonged.
i walked in,
the door swishing behind me
and i looked around
there were books everywhere.
i slid my fingertips
along the spines
and pull one off thoughtfully,
poetry of the ages — bucowski
it said on the spine.
i look around and find
a chair.
sitting comfortably i find
a random page,
page 34,
and the top read:
the difficulty of breathing
"Small.. unnerving occurrences..
keep coming up
one after the other:
haphazard dumb accidents of freakish chance-
the tiring tasks that are part of our routine
and the sundry other ever-recurring annoyances—
all these inevitable small defeats and sorrows rub and push
continually up against the moments the days the years
until one almost wishes
almost begs for a larger more meaningful destiny.
I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.
I even understand in part those who arm themselves and slaughter their friends and innocent strangers.
I am not exactly in sympathy with them
and I decry their reckless behavior
but I can understand the ultimate undeniable persistent..
force of their misery.
the horrific violent failure of any one of us
to live properly
says to me that
we are all equally guilty for every human crime.
there are no innocents.
and if there is no hell,
those who coldly judge these unfortunates
will create one for us all."
the line that stuck was simply:"i can almost understand why people leap from bridges."
m e
t o o .
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...