Tag: mental-health
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Lex Talionis
The groan that left Mike’s lungs as his warm blood spattered onto my hand was disgusting. It was like a horny old man touching himself to a crinkled up issue of Hustler, completely devoid of understanding that the blonde toy at his fingertips was a real living, breathing human being. The deeper I pushed, the…
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the octopus / förstöra
He had my blood on his hands but the sewage water washed them clean and no one would believe me. The mice followed him as he walked away, my lungs full of feces and dishwater, my open wounds inviting maggots to their fleshy party, and my body ravaged once again. The octopus had suffocated me.
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Me and Midori
Originally from August 9th, 2024 The wheezing sound of my kettle swam its way into my bedroom, waking me up from the accidental half-sleep I had fallen into. I had gotten into the habit of having tea before bed to relax. There were other things that I loved to drink to calm me down before…
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Little Water
Originally from 2024 November 14th, 1987 My brother had always been very weird, but I never cared. In fact, I loved it. As a kid, Ivan would create burial sites for roadkill, dressing them with flowers and twigs. He would dangle out of his bedroom window, his stomach pushing against the windowsill, making chirping noises…
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Germany – Scene Exercise
Originally from 2020 “I feel like I’m pullin’ teeth here!” he laughed, one hand in the pocket of his brown bomber jacket, the other outstretched towards me. A keyring hung from his middle finger, a Lada key with a rental tag, a plastic keychain of a red and white die, and a couple miscellaneous keys…
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Sunrise
Originally from 2020 My curtains were supposed to be light-blocking, but every single summer morning at 4am when the sun rose, golden strips of sunlight would melt their way into my room and cover the floor and walls. It forced me awake every morning, and I would have to fight my way back to sleep.…
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bornography
Originally from 2022 Making long, sensual eye contact with the watery cyclops that lies below me, the depth of its eye drawing me closer and closer to the pain of home. Empty is clean. Clean is pure. Pure is childlike. Childlike is safe. Children are to be protected and loved. Right? I don’t think my…
harper lauren scott 