She had the beauty of a wild flower, delicate and rugged all at once. Tan, from working in the sun; toned from carrying babies on her hip. She was private, keeping mostly to herself and speaking mostly when spoken too. She did her work thoroughly and steadily, her hands knowing what to do on their own.
He didn't know her too well, just in passing, or from saying hello but he'd heard some of the others talking and from what they said she had just recently filed divorce and was working so she could keep the apartment. And looking closer he could see the worry that laced her vibrant hazel eyes. The callouses on her knuckles, and the wa
Suicidal Ideation by AlexRider-00Nothing, literature
Literature
Suicidal Ideation
If my heart doesn't stop hurting me
Then I will cut it out
IF this pressure in my chest won't go away
I'll burn it off
If the questions in my head won't stop
Then I'll capture them and put them in the attic
Where they'll gather dust and spider webs
If the exhaustion won't leave me alone
Then I'll pour it from my veins, onto the ground
IF I can't get along
Then I'll sit by myself
And hold my shadow's hand
If this sadness keeps following me around
I'll shoot it in the head
If this doubt keeps haunting me
I'll cut the threads that tie it to my feet
IF there's still blood in my footprints
I'll scrub the bottom of my shoes
'Till my fingers bleed
It was a hot day - flies and gnats buzzing around, the leaves drooping in the heat. The humidity was high; you could almost see it in the air: thick, moist, suffocating.
He slouched on the worn leather seat, staring through the dusty windshield. It had just been yesterday that she'd sat next to him, on the driver's side. She has spent a lot of time, staring out the window, the early spring sun bright on her face and hair. Sometimes she'd turn to look at him, smile, real quick and shy and then look away again. She was so quiet, but in a peaceful sort of way - and it didn't bother him. in fact, it was a relief. A kind of solace.
He took a hit