Hello, how are You?
By Bria Fairchild
I’m the happiest saddest person you know
I see you watching my lovely dress flow
Pretty girl
Watch her spin around
Lying and crying
All in one breath
I need to rest
Yet you’re here watching me twirl
I’m your pretty girl
Smile you say
Directing me to look your way
Standing here in this pretty dress
I worry that you can tell I’m a fucking mess
This is why I prefer the night
Easier to hide my fright
My scars show in the light
My pain drips on the floor
I’m afraid you will ask for more
Please don’t persist
I've learned not to resist
About the Creator
Bria Fairchild
Hi! I hope you enjoy my short stories, bad poetry and the advice tidbits that I give out every Wednesday. Come and scream at the stars with me.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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