His grandfather passed only after several agonizing years of cancer, while his father went suddenly in a late-night heart attack. He could never decide which way was better.
Tag: death
A Change of Heart
The day before he had planned to kill himself, Ben completed the ten thousand piece puzzle he had been working on for quite some time, only to find that one tiny, seemingly insignificant piece was missing.
Still, it didn’t look right.
Live Life to the Fullest
I shrugged off the message I found in my fortune cookie after finishing a “pint” of sweet and sour chicken that told me I had only one week left to live. A week and a day later, as I lay sprawled across the couch with remote steadily aimed at TV, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I should have taken the fortune seriously.
grief
I don’t usually smoke.
In this moment, however, the only thing more appropriate than a cigarette would be for it to be my funeral instead.
Chinese Proverb
“If you seek revenge, dig two graves,” said Confucius. I only dug one, because they’ll never be able to pry my hands from his neck.
Schizo? Really?
The demon was sticking its tongue at me, taunting and prodding, so I grabbed hold of his neck and strangled until his eyes bulged from his sockets and his tongue lolled, still and silent. Then it was just a baby and I wondered what happened to my meds.
Grey
As I aged, all my past-times faded grey.
When I hit the end and started youthening, they brightened again.
Lost
You died in my arms. I died in yours a hundred times.
Self Portrait
The uncountable dead lay strewn about the Killing Fields, bearing oblivious witness to the dawn.
A lone figure surveyed his artwork in anguish, “What have I done?”
Answer
Grandpa died.
My answer to ‘What I Did This Summer Holidays’
Bucket
Dad kicked the bucket.
Mum kicked it right back.
Mourn
We are gathered here today to mourn little Jimmy.
He didn’t listen to his friends about girl germs.
Buried
When I buried your body in the garden I didn’t expect a tree to grow.
It’s a fruit tree that looks really awesome but the fruit is fucking disgusting (in case you’re wondering).
Chatter
The fact everyone dies is the one thing that keeps me going.
I hear you chatter and I think … please you next.
Tenure of a Sort
As unofficial house-poet of a borderline accredited girl’s junior college, Schwaa U’u had committed many acts that would almost certainly have been considered socially unacceptable outside the confines of the ivory tower. Such was the charismatic seediness of his reputation, that when, following his death by mystery, it was found his entire body of work consisted of little more than a handful of largely inscrutable bits of esoterica, the legend of his eccentric genius was assured.
Not Insured
Without wealth my darling, little American girl quietly died
my private option
Epiphany
I was waiting for the bus.
Then it hit me!
180 Seconds to Lynching
Daniel sat on a grassy hillock overlooking the town and sighed contentedly, peacefully, as a lazy breeze caressed the grass around him. It was a good way to spend his last three minutes alive.
Time
Time has the final word.
Usually it is “didn’t you know you only get one attempt?”
Accident
I drove past a car accident on the way back from Axedale today.
A car had tailgated me earlier and I had wished they would crash.