MAKORRA: This One8Curiosity.More Like This
It was starting to get the best of her and she stared at him from across the table. As his hand was busy rubbing her sore foot, his golden eyes were returning her stare.
"What?" He said, breaking the silence.
"I'm just wondering what's next, Mr. Hat Trick. I mean, first it was breakfast in bed, then lunch in the park, then you went grocery shopping with me - something we haven't done together in a long time -, then an awesome dinner, and now I'm getting a foot massage. It feels more like my birthday than just a day for us." She said as she rested her cheek on her fist and gave him a small, confident smile.
He lightly chuckled as he kept rubbing her tanned foot. "Well, Mrs. Hat Trick," he started, making her laugh at her new name, "I was thinking that I would go ahead and do the dishes and then we just spend the rest of the night relaxing."
"Don't you already do the dishes?" She laughed.
He placed her foot back on the kitchen tile floor and got up from his seat. He lea
TragicStifled and left cold,More Like This
in a foggy haze.
He was blinded in a bad way,
by a stranger, a scary face.
It's claws were sharp,
and it probably wasn't new to this game.
Probably for it, it was always just the same.
It never had to go through the pain.
But for him, and for us,
it was a new life altogether.
A life that marked the beginning,
of an end that each-day got closer.
And he asked me one day,
have you seen a nightmare come true?
And in that moment I knew,
it was over, like passing dew.
It took him over completely,
and we saw him go bit by bit.
We saw him put up a fight,
we saw his smile, that lie.
And suddenly one day,
it was all over.
And that's how it took him away,
no time to waver.
It sucked his blood,
it rendered him dry.
And then it laughed,
as time passed by.
It erased his memory,
a complete life time.
He became sometimes a kid,
a child with a sad smile.
He'd look at me,
and hold my hand.
His face flooded with pure joy, radiant.
A state of meditation, trance.
Time didn't matter,
Contest Entry for F.ck CancerMy grandfather was old. Not old old, but old enough.More Like This
Having gone through a living hell at the age of nineteen, I am pretty convinced that he expected to die of a heart attack, somewhere in his eighties. He died ten years before that.
At first, it was just pain and a little bit of blood, but because he was always so careful, he went to see his doctor. Few months later, he was told that he had prostate cancer. Following years were sad and painful; sad for me for seeing my grandfather who was always a rock of a person, no, not a rock, a continent, seeing him so vulnerable and breakable. It was painful for him because he was in physical pain and he hated the fact that he depended upon others and that others saw his pain. He tried to hide it for very long and he tried to be cheerful, so that it wouldn't bring him down mentally, so he wouldn't give up.
I remember going to the hospital with my mother on my birthday. He was operated just the day before and we came to visit him, because it was
Fuck You, CancerKay didn't want it.More Like This
No, no, no, no, no.
She screwed the shiny leaflet up into a tight ball, not caring that the sharp edges dug into her palms, and threw it into the open fireplace, smugly watching the flames eat up her information. It was permanently ingrained now anyway.
She didn't want alopecia. To have to wrap her bald head in scarves and wigs that itched. She didn't want to vomit her stomach up every time she tried to keep some form of nourishment in it. She didn't want her red blood cells to die away so all she had energy for was to lie down and sob. She didn't want her skin to be so sore and fragile her legs would bleed freely every time she shaved, and one good sneeze could be detrimental. She didn't want her nails to blacken and split, her flesh to swell up, bulbous and shiny and bloated. She didn't want to tremble and convulse, and not have a steady enough hand for icing, or enough nerve endings to feel the soothingly smooth skin of her husband's body. She
Damned CancerMy closed eyesMore Like This
Yours wide open
Your deep loud breaths
My silent nothings
My cold lips
My darkest nights
Your happy smiles
Your brightest lights
They all make us unique
You're a playful Capricorn
I am damned Cancer.