And Lay as Though She Smiled by mrsvelvetears, literature
Literature
And Lay as Though She Smiled
I died of cholera in the third grade. My best friend Alice Hathaway presided over my funeral.
Lying in the school soccer field, holding a bouquet of dandelions, my cheeks rubbed with pollen, yellow and sickly, I asked Alice to give my eulogy.
"What?"
Neither of us had ever gone to a funeral, but somehow I knew more.
"My eulogy. Say nice things about me. Since I'm dead."
She hesitated. "Elaine was really nice. I wish she hadn't died. And I hope she goes to Heaven."
I waited.
"Are you done?"
"Uhuh. Amen."
"Okay, now's when you bury me."
Alice ripped grass from the field and poured it over me. I smiled as it fell into my mouth.
"Ashes
monday my little girl asked, "what would happen if someone ate
the sun and
how many calories does it have?"
and i wish i could see myself objectively, wish
my skin wasn't worn from
fitful starvation.
have you ever seen your
hands as i do, strange bloated things
in search of bones?
and i wish i could remember when beauty
was a mouth red as pomegranate seeds eyes
like sickle moons. back when it was
more than numbers. ninety-five, eighty-eight.
get down to eighty-five and you will be
beautiful. be
thin and sexless as wet march.
tuesday pa told me: "acceptance ain't something you
can buy at a convenience store."
and i am all ma
I'll be back in a while... by LessThanJoni, literature
Literature
I'll be back in a while...
I'm not a little kid anymore
But it feels so good, to cry in someone's arms
So I let you pretend
That I've just fallen off the swing
And I'll get back up again
It's not as simple as it was back then
I'm not even sure if we can be friends
This is the real world
That lullaby no longer makes me smile
It's so much harder to deal now
I'll be back in a while
I'm not dependant I will fight for myself
Though it may get lonely when there's no one else
I'm too old to play pretend
In the sandbox on my own
I'm not that young
I'm not that old
I'll make a life
I'll sing my songs
And ultimately my bad decisions
Will be my own
It's not