The end of the day was the worst part. The sun going down meant walking back to the house. Back to the silence. Back to the slow, insane beep of medical machinery.
Keeping his son alive. In a place that was neither dead nor living…purgatory for those whose hearts continued to beat without a single electrical pulse in the brain.
The long ago little boy he’d loved more than he loved himself. His only child. The young man on his way home from college, taken by a drunk driver on a cold night a year before while his father slept, unknowing.
The nurses were kind. The doctor was kind. Everyone who came by was fucking kind.
He didn’t feel kind. He wanted to slash and batter and scream.
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Let’s talk about what you deserve.
This isn’t about how you look, how much money you have, your age, or any of that other “label” shit.
It’s about self-worth. The VALUE you place on YOURSELF.
On the surface, you might seem to really “value” yourself. You take care, you keep your shoulders back, you look people in the eye, and your life is pretty much together.
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He worshiped her.
Most days, it seemed like she almost hated him but he didn’t care. He was addicted to the smell of her, the taste, the texture of her skin.
Other than delivery people, she was the only person he ever saw or interacted with. It had been that way for almost two years.
Every time she appeared on his porch, he knew what she wanted and he wanted to give it to her. Like a junkie, he didn’t say no because he didn’t have the strength of will.
The shakes were too bad the moment she was within touching distance. He needed his fix of human contact, just for a little while.
Each visit, she brushed past him without a word, walked to his bedroom, and took off her clothes. Reclining on his bed, she waited for him to crawl between her legs and deliver as much pleasure with his mouth as she could physically stand to receive.
He never undressed. They never had sex. They didn’t talk.
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I will breathe.
I will think of solutions.
Worry won’t control me.
Stress won’t break me.
I. Will. Simply. Breathe.
It will be okay because I don’t quit.
© Shayne McClendon