Raven-Mapleson

 “This doesn’t fit.” Sev complained while tugging at the ends of his sleeves. “It’s way too short. I don’t think I’ve worn this shirt since I was 16.” “Well maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so fat.” Reade jibed, then rolled his eyes at his friend’s harsh stare. “I’m teasing. You’ve gained at least three inches since high school.” “I know, all three have been from you.” “Dick jokes aren’t getting us anywhere. You can borrow one of my shirts if you need to, but I like this one better. The sleeves will be covered by your jack

A pulsing, pressured pain in my chest, but I keep silent. My stomach, pushing bile into my throat, acid burning me from the inside. My hands are slick with salty anxiety, yet I am cold as a late-night escort in the snow, fishnetted toes frostbitten at midnight. Laying in my concrete fortress, crippled by agony personified. He lays dying before me, suffered for too long, bloody from his own struggles, stiff and dried from my emitted cold. I clutch him while preyed upon by my own thoughts, violent as vultures, I know silence has killed us.

It wasn't like fire No, nothing as destructive as such It wasn't like ice, or a storm More like fair day in the birth of autumn Comfortable With a gentle breeze on occasion Enough to fill the chest with the excitement of the holidays Yes, it was more like that A hot, but not scalding, cup of coffee in a morning in the heart of winter A Slurpee in the middle of sumer Comforting Striking A pleasant change

I didn't meet her until the day she died. She was a pretty woman, I think. Definitely one I could see myself with, you know, if she had had more time. She came into the coffee shop that day, late in the afternoon. I can't quite remember what she ordered, but it wasn't anything complicated. I like to think that maybe that was indicative of her personality. Uncomplicated. A simple person with simple tastes who took life day by day. Of course that could have been the complete opposite of her. I mean, she did jump off a bridge. All I remember of her, really is the way her chocolate colored hair flowed down her back and she looked so intently at

I hurt so much but I can't tell anyone. My stomach is in knots, Eating itself alive. My palms are sweaty, But I feel so cold. I can't handle seeing you flirt with other people. If I weren't here you'd be off with them. I can't handle knowing all my friends are having fun. I'm sitting at home because I'm too sad for fun. I can't handle that man dying. It's been too long since I've seen him and he's giving up. I don't know what to do. I'm going to end up dying, too. If I could just tell someone, Maybe these chest pains would go away. If I told just one person These headaches might ease up. But I can't tell anyone. My stomach w

No more crying, I can't take it. It hurts me to see those tears streaming down your face. I'd fix everything for you if I could. I'd trade my world for yours any day. I'd give you my life, My body, Anything. Just to see you happy. And so you don't have to go through any more pain. Don't you see I'd do anything for you? Can we please just be happy about that? Please? No more crying... Please?