I Hope You Never Ask. by Jessica-Terrible, literature
Literature
I Hope You Never Ask.
"Why do you look so tired?"
Maybe it's because I haven't slept in three days,
Or maybe it's too many black eyes and all too little sunny days.
Either way I hope you never ask.
"What's that scar from?"
Maybe from the time I hated myself so much it scarred,
Or maybe it's from too many stars and not enough love.
Either way I hope you never ask.
"Why are you so sad?"
Maybe it's because everything that's will ever happen has happened before.
Or because your name is just a combination of six different l
1.) It takes 17 muscles to smile and 43 to frown.
I look at you,
And your smile grows wider.
How can so little muscle preform such an astonishing act?
2.) Babies are born with 300 bones, but the number is reduced to 206.
You stand,
Facing adversity bravely.
Your face set,
But never angry.
I can't help but think you were born with 400,
You can not possibly have less.
3.) The strongest muscle in the human body is the tongue.
I watch you,
And you are calm.
As always.
Your tongue does not deliver lashes,
Or hate.
You're kind.
Your biggest muscle is your heart.
4.) Moles can be a sign of skin cancer.
This I know can not be true.
You a
Apparently it is an act of courage,
To look cops in the eye and tell them the truth as my mother's spilling lies.
They looked at me as if I was worthy of a purple heart,
Not just the purple bruises littering my body.
I am not a war hero.
A rape victim.
I am not beaten,
Though I've been abused.
I am not a pitiable wreck.
I am strong.
Strong as the people I am not.
I used to speak with my eyes.
In a foreign tongue everyone could speak.
But now.
I
am
tired.
It's not courage.
But self destructive fearlessness.
I Hope You Never Ask. by Jessica-Terrible, literature
Literature
I Hope You Never Ask.
"Why do you look so tired?"
Maybe it's because I haven't slept in three days,
Or maybe it's too many black eyes and all too little sunny days.
Either way I hope you never ask.
"What's that scar from?"
Maybe from the time I hated myself so much it scarred,
Or maybe it's from too many stars and not enough love.
Either way I hope you never ask.
"Why are you so sad?"
Maybe it's because everything that's will ever happen has happened before.
Or because your name is just a combination of six different l
1.) It takes 17 muscles to smile and 43 to frown.
I look at you,
And your smile grows wider.
How can so little muscle preform such an astonishing act?
2.) Babies are born with 300 bones, but the number is reduced to 206.
You stand,
Facing adversity bravely.
Your face set,
But never angry.
I can't help but think you were born with 400,
You can not possibly have less.
3.) The strongest muscle in the human body is the tongue.
I watch you,
And you are calm.
As always.
Your tongue does not deliver lashes,
Or hate.
You're kind.
Your biggest muscle is your heart.
4.) Moles can be a sign of skin cancer.
This I know can not be true.
You a
Nightmare Fuel: Monsters by Anastasios Gionis by danlev, journal
Nightmare Fuel: Monsters by Anastasios Gionis
Anastasios Gionis is a digital sculptor and 3D modeler for the film industry. His work has been featured in films such as Snow White and the Huntsman, Cabin in the Woods, Land of the Lost, Hop, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.
He also did character design for kids TV shows including As Told by Ginger, All Grown Up, Squirrel Boy, and Rocket Power.
i knew a girl once,
with an oak heart and guarded hands
(gloved from touch)
but she
uncrossed her ankles,
let naked fingertips
touch well-read lips, and
her heart kind of turned
into ash.
i miss that girl,
with the oak heart -
she was tougher.
I was reared toward codependence
on the jutting hip of a woman
who couldn't speak English,
on the thrush tongue of a man
who couldn't hold his liquor
and remarried to a gringa,
a sympathy puker. Ammonia
paled the hair in my nostrils,
kneeling on the third stair,
plucking the big chunks up
with a napkin. I gagged,
relapsed into the role
which wrote my schemes
of intellectualization: crushing
and cutting thin lines of diseases,
inhaling the belonging
inherent to helping a drunk
up to his bedroom. It wasn't until
I walked through the aisles
of a buzzing corporate womb,
reading the recipes for diet soda
and composite fences, that I
was