Forward: Another piece written my senior year of high school in Mr. Dick Waak's Creative Writing class. This was a short exercise demonstrating perspective and interior monologue. This piece was greatly appreciated by my now former teacher and is one of my personal favorites that I have been looking high and low for. Short, but sweet, may you enjoy this little treat.
Too bad, so sad.
By: EliVonShai (e.v-s.)
I wonder if I could make him beg. He's twice my age, but still foxy as ever. Too bad he has a lady friend. Too bad I'm jailbait. Too bad his circle of friends would shred me to pieces.
Life is full of too bads and so sads. Sometimes though, sitting here, looking at him, eyes glazed, I wonder what life would be like without limitations. I wonder where we would go when he tells me he wishes he could take me away from here. It must be somewhere far, somewhere not even Facebook could reach, I wonder what this place is like.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd make a good wife. Children love me, as do kitchen appliances. I come equipped with ballistics, some wives still fail Easter breakfast and wind up flooding bunny brunches. I love cooking. I'd love to cook for him. I wonder what he tastes like. Because if he tastes as good as he smells, I may have to consume him.
He tells me that I saved him, from what I don't know. But maybe, just maybe, by consuming him I could save him from the outside world. Maybe in my womb I could hide him, protect him. He's too used to running with wolves, with sharp teeth they bite and tear his moral being, I long to preserve it instead, give him a home to lay his head. But instead, I watch, and wait.
Sometimes it feels like my heart is stuck at a gate. Waiting, I watch his expression change from happy, to sleeping. I had told him a story about an evil wife, a trying husband, and a talking fish. As he had told me to talk of anything, for my voice was his lullaby and my words brought him comfort.
Sometimes I feel like a dog itching to sink my teeth in. He called me beautiful, I found him delicious. I just wish I had more midnight visits. Because I miss him, I wish to be with him. It's just too bad we have our own lives to keep up with. So sad.
Listening to: WUBWUBWUBWUBWUB <- Dubstep Speak
Reading: the manual. Assembly soon to follow.
Watching: Words form upon screen.
Playing: No games.
Eating: All who dare stand before me.
Drinking: The blood of their children.