His chest feels so tight he can barely utter words.
Doctors say "Take this pill, it should help".
200 mg, 400 mg, 600 mg.
If it doesn't work, just take more. Take more!!!
It was a Sunday, I remember going downstairs to get the paper to check out all the crap in flyers that could improve my self confidence. You know, like my step sister, like my stepmother. Gotta keep up.
He was weary. I was eager.
Implying his disloyalty as a hobby.
Suddenly the conversation shifted.
The shades of grey faded back into their natural state.
He says "Stop, I can't breathe"
I scream "Fuck you".
All I see is a white gelatinous mass rolling down my eyes and my head hurts. It hurts so much. My eyes, my ears, my bones, my muscles. My body is manic.
I am a red faced psycho monster.
I am a boiling blooded ape.
He begs "Please Babe, Stop"
And I cry "Fuck you" "Fuck you" "Fuck you"
So he just stops moving.
Just like that.
I am still convinced he is full of shit.