My mother used to work as a nurse in the Air Force, many years ago, and early on in her career she got stationed at a base hospital overseas. Although the hospital had been in operation for over a century, more than half of the original building was less than half that age when my mother went to work there. Bombings during some past war had torn the place apart, creating a clear division between the old and the new.
The new sections of the hospital, for example, had well-lit hallways, smooth tiled floors, and the latest medical equipment.
Meanwhile, the older sections of the hospital… held shadows from the past.
My mother heard about
The Ghost of You - 14 July 2017 by TheBrokenBride, literature
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The Ghost of You - 14 July 2017
Every night, the summer air was like wine, but they drank wine anyway. And drunk on the wine, but mostly each other, they shared touches and kisses and scrapes from the shingles when they climbed up onto each other’s roofs so their parents wouldn’t find them.
In their later years, they try not to remember.
If you're thinking of sending me a letter, keep it by KissingKate24, literature
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If you're thinking of sending me a letter, keep it
Don't come back.
No matter how many times I ask you to.
Cuz we both know it's gonna end with me crying on the bathroom floor,
begging someone to hold me.
It's gonna end with you so doped up that you don't remember your own name.
There will be poetry books filled with our heartache and words I could never say.
Don't come back.
I'm begging you.
An Open Letter To The Girl I Once Was by KissingKate24, literature
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An Open Letter To The Girl I Once Was
Dear me,
You're gonna meet a girl. She'll come crashing into your life just when you think about ending it. You'll think she's saving you. Baby, she's not. She was never meant to save you. I once told you to invite her for a cigarette. I'm not saying you shouldn't, I'm saying be careful. It starts with a cigarette and ends in heartbreak. You'll have inside jokes from the very first day and you'll feel like you've known her for lifetimes. The first time she kisses you, you'll forget how to breathe. I know that sounds cliche, but there's a reason people say it. Just be careful. In a few months, she'll leave. You'll cry harder than
Please don't do it
I promise to be good
Just don't hurt me again
I promise not to talk anymore
Mommy I'm sorry
Please stop showing me the pictures
I know he is gone I miss him too
Stop rubbing him in my face..
Mommy I'm sorry
I love you so much
Please stop hurting me
Can't you see I'm already doing that
Mommy no
Please don't give me the bottle..
I don't wanna drink tonight
I'm so sorry Mommy
Mommy please stop
Why do you do that?
Please leave my body alone..
I thought it was pretty before,,
Mommy why?
Why must you keep hurting me with your words?
They make the voices worse
They tell me I'm such
To those who have suffered.....
Gay Rights Suicide
By Sasurealian
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Suicide always seemed like the way to go at the time. I felt sad, ya'know? I got this feeling no one cared if I was dead or alive and then I questioned myself every time I was alone to think.
Maybe it was because I started to like her. Yea, 'her'. There wasn't anything super special about her, but to me she was just so perfect.
Oh, did I mention I was a girl? Hmm, well I am. Now that we cleared that up I'm sure this will make more sense; or perhaps l
breaking stereotypes by xfuture-boundx, literature
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breaking stereotypes
i'm too afraid to lay down on the ground here
because the last time i did that,
hands sprouted from the roots of the old oak out back and
tried to drag me down into the
tunnels of an ant mound
and i don't think i could live through that again.
once i jumped so high on the trampoline i felt
gravity escaping me and
every fiber of my being dropped pounds and
i became almost weightless and i think
that's what made me addicted to the idea of
floating on air
the vacuum sucked the oxygen
from my lungs and
i'm still out of breath,
all my fingers are numb and the
stars are still playing beats on my ribs like
xylophones because
they were fascinated w
i remember noticing your breasts
how they were larger than mine
how i imagined my hands fitting over them
or if they could fit over them ;
i remember asking myself if this is what lust is
if the memory of your hair smelling like clean sheets
and cheap conditioner
if that was enough to convince me i was falling for you ;
i had never kissed a woman before you—
before you I was wrapped up in used condoms
and masculinities as fragile as my words
now i’m wrapped up in you and when and if and how i can touch you ;
i'm wrapped up in you
an