Writing Prompt

My hair is falling out in clumps as my skin slowly pales.

_Beat!_ I tell my heart.

_I’m trying_, it echoes, though it’s slow and skippy.

My bones feel like wooden sticks, ready to snap and break. I urge them to stay strong, but they shake in feebleness.

I close my eyes and try and breathe without much thought, but my lungs ache and burn.

_Live_, I beg my body, _live_. _I am not ready to die._...

my breath is starting to slow.

“you okay?””yeah, sure.”

i need to keep this pressure low.

he told me to talk to her,

but what will a therapist do to a one who has lost their glow?

now, my breath seemed to have stopped.

“yeah, sure,” are those the last words my tombstone will show?...

Don’t invite me to your wedding.

Don’t invite me to your barbecue.

Don’t invite me to any fucking place or event.

You may not say you’ll talk to me later.

You may not say you’ll see me next weekend.

You may not fucking anything.

Death calls,

And you better not.

I don’t want to hear any sympathies,

Any apologies,

Any confessions,

Anything that comes from anyone.

No one knows b...

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Every day my mind breaks down further. The virus continues carrying me along this road of death without my consent. I forget things. And I think the world will soon forget me. My friends come to visit. They ask when I’ll come back to school. I tell them I’m not sure. They ask if I want to go out. I tell them I’m not feeling up to it. But** **I don’t tell them I can’t remeber their names. I don’t t...

Am I emaciated

Or just aggravated

Does no one see

That I’m captivated

By your curves

And all the awful

Lies you’ve heard

Is this a dance hall

Or a shopping mall

A million eyes stare at me

Should I withstand it all

Devour me like a lion

Shelter me like a storm

Tell me all the things you’ve told yourself

So that I can hold you till you’re warm

This world can be so cruel

But I’ll take you by the ha...

The voices calm

My back is sharp

I have been impaled

On this street corner

I cannot sit

I cannot slump

The pole has been jabbed into my back

Propping me up

Like a doll in a case

People pass

But do not look

They do not see what has happened

My gasping is not loud enough

I cannot catch my breath

People pass

But do not look

Now I know

They do see what has happened

They do not care

My final breaths...

The battle of existing within a body that chronically debilitates has had its way with me. The soreness the achiness. The exhaustion and aging. I find it to be molding. Molding me to become something of a statue. One of amazement that brings you to stare in awe. The intricacies would have a blind man in awe. The statue is my fight. My symbolization of accepting survival of death for the day. For...

Here begins the final birth, the abandonment , as the child falls from the mothers womb my soul falls from my body. Looking on to a world that for now is moving entrenched in life a human one the busting , the people the vcinsrant run....

S.25.23:

Today, the sun shone brightly as I stepped outside. Despite greeting a few people, none of them responded. It made me wonder if I am the reason why. Nobody ever talks to me. Does anybody ever see me?

M.26.23:

I really don’t want to be alone. I’ve never said this out loud before, but the fear of being alone consumes me. No matter what I do, I always end up alone. The thought of dying a...