Be nice to me, I have cancer. by DeadmansCrescendo, literature
Literature
Be nice to me, I have cancer.
Be nice to me, I have cancer.
I wince and glance around at everyone around me. A few curious eyes glance at my mother, trying to be surreptitious but the greedy look in their eyes lets me know they want to hear more. I sigh and duck my head a bit, moving closer to my mom and mumbling beneath my breath, Please, dont do this right here, right now; cant it wait until were in the car?
Why should it? she challenges back at me. Be nice to me. I. Have. Cancer. She says it loudly, and more heads turn to stare at me. I blush and look up at my mothers bald head. Wisps of hai
Let me tell you the story
of how the world ended.
Once upon a time
a man and woman
committed the crime
of being human.
Having many children
throughout the world
multiplied their sin
as love unfurled.
Let me tell you the story
of why the world ended.
Once upon a time
the whole world came
to commit the crime
of passing the blame.
Fingers pointing out
and never within
all because we doubt
our very own kin.
Let me tell you the story
of when the world ended.
Once upon a time
we were in a womb
long before the crime
of death took a tomb.
Unable to fight
against the horror
we birth into light
when none are poorer.
Let me tell you the story
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Wearily he sits in his usual chair. Maybe no one will notice how tired he is and how much it hurts. His oldest granddaughter knocks on the door and opens the door.
"Hi grandpa. How are you today?" She gives him a hug and sits the plate of cookies in front of him. Her fiancé steps in behind her with a gallon of fresh cow's milk. He hadn't had that since he was a boy. Yum!
He smiles. "When are you getting married??"
She pauses. A different reaction that usual. Usually she says, "Not sure yet. We'll let you know."
"October the eighth."
For a split second he thought there was hope after all. October wasn't too far away. He could make it