Far & Impersonal
Don't berate me. Educate me.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Random Short Fiction #1
Aspirins
There's no need for you because the pain I feel you can't handle. The fever that boils my blood you won't stop. But I still will take you. And I'll take you because I want you to hurt me, I want you to make my stomach bleed.
You are my poison. You'll make me forget why my soul aches, and then cut out my tears. The consciousness of the past will fade and the present will take over my mind. Maybe after this, I will hate my foolishness, but, thanks to you, I won't hate her anymore.
And if I wake up of this nightmare in a white room, either in afterlife or an hospital. It won't matter, because she won't dare hurt me again, and neither you will.
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Disclaimer: As the title says, this is entirely fictitious.
As if I needed to say it.
