on being invisibleclean upclean upclean everything you touch,don't let anyone knowyou were there.don't let anyone knowyou exist.fade into the background.go on.fade.fade faster.no one wants to see you.no one wants ... you.be smaller.occupy less space.less.LESS.no one wants to see you.no one wants you.don't speak.don't you dare speak.no one wants to hear you.no one wants you.no one likes you.no one cares.you don't deserveany spaceany loveany time.you are worthless.you are useless.you are nothing.get outget outgo.be silent.be invisible.
Aveline Aveline looked at him, wide-eyed with excitement and wriggling like a puppy preparing to prance after a ball. Her voice began in piano -- hushed, sweet, longing, "Let's go away. Far away. To a big city, with trains and taxis, and live in an old, brick building a million miles tall," but soon, she crescendoed. A beautiful, soaring mezzo forte. "Let's drink crappy coffee and watch the sun rise from our decrepit fire escape. And late at night, when street and star light are the only ones around, let's climb as high as we can and dance on the rooftop til we meet morning again. Let's live like peasants while ou
one of those days ........she knew where she wasbefore she even opened her eyes.it was the smellthat gave it away.the smell oftoo much clean.clean for the sakeof diminishing the scent of death and disease.it made her sick.she wretched and she writhedas the smellconsumed her.before she'd evenopened her eyes,she knew what she would see.white.white.everywhere.bored nursesand sicknessall around.but worst of all,all those sad eyes.sad eyes of thosevisiting their loved ones.sad eyes of thoselosing their loved onesslowly, steadily,but you can see that they knowthe end is all too near.though,perhaps what made
one of those days .......when they found her,she was lying on the floorbeside her bed.his bed, she said.it still smelled like him.a little like his cologne,a little like his shampoo,a little like his skin,and even a little like his feet.and she couldn't sleep in it anymore.[mostly, she couldn't sleep anymore.]that poor girl.she looks emaciated.just gooseflesh and bonesin a pile on the floor.hasn't she been eating?no, I don't think so.did you see the fridge?sixteen lasagnas, four tuna casseroles,nine pies.and plenty of moldto go 'round.she smells like booze.let's get her tothe hospital.the hospital.white roomswhi