Submitted by J.L.
From the perspective of a phobia or disease, create a narrative about how you are impacting someone’s life.
Think about how you can personify this particular disease or phobia, or its motives and behaviours.
You Were Mine To Take
You’re so sweet. So little and naive. So weak and vulnerable. Mine to take. You fit in an arm. All snuggled up and happy. That is until I came around. Your cries are my joy. Your smiles are my poison. I spread through your body, with only one goal. I must not be too sneaky, because you caught up only at phase two. My plan was compromised, but I shall keep on. I’ll grow big. Big enough for you to f...
Gotta remind you
all of the fears
Can't let you go.
must hold on to you tight.
Try and persuade something isn't right.
Cower in the bathroom
You're not doing all right
You 're sick just like I said
I'm just trying to save you
Don’t you understand?
You don￼t want to get sick
Sanitize you hands
Don't eat your food.
Food will get you sick
I hope you remember.
As you tremble
love of a phobia
I have loved you since I came upon you, my darling.
You were so beautiful, but way too reckless.
I couldn't watch you destroy yourself, could I? I know my methods are unusal and you don't always understand, why I have to hurt you to keep you save. Be asured, I would never hurt you more than necessary.
You might think you are having a heart attack, but it will be over soon and you'll know it was j...
I want you, dont you see?
Inside and out I want you, and I will have you. My love for you and you only is dirty and rotting but it is love. Ive heard love overpowers anything in the human world, so why don’t you, a human, understand?
I curl myself between the crevices of your body, carving paths to fit in snugly despite your urgency to rid me. This is fine. You dont understand, that I am you n...
I'm too clingy. It's off putting to humans, I guess. They come in my premises and they start crying or muttering, "I can't escape, your suffocating me...". I don't mean harm, I know I overwhelm them to the point that they feel like I am restricting them and they panic, but I swear its not my intention. It's just what I am I guess, and I wish I could change it. ...
“Human beings are so fragile.” He gazes at the infants in the next room and reaches out a finger to touch the glass in front of us. He scratches at the glass. With a sigh he pulls his hand away and puts it in his pocket.
I swear there is a tiny speck of mold on the window where his finger was. I try to suppress the cough that pounds against my chest. It takes a while for it to stop, but once it...
Sometimes I am only on a boat and it rocks and bobs under me, sometimes I am on a lazy river and it's just a gentle sway, sometimes I AM the boat in an angry sea and everything inside you is flying around untethered and crashing into the walls of your body. (Fairly obvious comparisons, I know). But sometimes I am just the ripple of a footstep in a puddle that only means you have made a movement th...
Women sicken me.
They have never been as obedient as their mothers and have never been as strong as their fathers.
Women frighten me.
They want to take everything away from us, what little we have left, and want to take every place of refuge we have.
Women infuriate me.
They think that they can live and love without consequence, that they deserve to survive another day while others suffer.
A Powerful Maybe
Fear is a powerful thing. Fear is a guardian, a protector. And yet, sometimes, fear is not enough. This is for the women who died afraid.
Fear electrifies us. It enhances our senses, starts a fire inside us. Some mistake it for adrenaline, and in more cases than not, the two coincide. Maybe fear and adrenaline work together to give us a chance. Maybe fear kickstarts our adrenaline because it know...
He’s mine. Cruel fate dictates I can only have him in his loneliest hours. Me? Jealous? That’s an understatement. He’s mine.
Look at him now. He loves me. Refusing to leave my side. Our home a steel box on wheels. He trembles at my touch. I want a real home… I’ll take his house from… her.
She’s gone. Listen to his sweet song for me. His screams echo in the silence.
He doesn’t leave the bed now...