Breathe [Collection of Short Stories/Spoken Word]

Doubt

WARNING: CONTAINS FOUL LANGUAGE (THIS GOES FOR ALL CHAPTERS)

Why am I so ugly, so broken, so tired to try?

You tend to get cold, so I blanket you warm with my words - and you're sold. I'll wrap my words that covered your arms and thighs - just don't try again, I have so many more things to say, my love.

I turn your thoughts into words and your words into actions. I feed off of your thoughts like the bread and wine on my dinner plate. I turn gods into mortals and heavens into hell - and no matter how hard you try to tell me off, your doubt is leaking through the pipes like the smell of your mothers cooking that turned that apple cider scent to a bomb that made those neighbor's knock on your door. I am the branches that creak out the cement of your sidewalk, as you hit the floor, and as you cry - why am I so clumsy?
I am that pristine; nearly a dream perfect girl that has more secrets than the years she would live. She made men stiff and women breathless, she made babies coo and children laugh. Her layers of smiles created miles of trials that she - would never face. Too afraid to admit to the wrong; in denial of the Lord's fateful song - this life of refusal was going to be a long one. Do I stun you that much that you forgot how to breathe? Are my words for you enough for your need?

Why can't I breathe - why is it getting so hard to see? Please - I'm sorry - tell me this is a dream.

Sorry, honey, but those are the consenquences of falling off that chair.