Short fic: "Section 8"
I sit here in my tent working om my latest creation. I know it won't help me
get a section 8 but I still carry on making these things. And I still wear them.
And I do it for you and you don't even notice.
I know this is your favourite colour. I asked you but you probably don't
remember.
"would you rather have green bread or blue potatoes?"
You chose the potatoes.
I see you working in OR and I get jealous watching you. I'm not jealous of
you, I'm jealous of the patient lying there. No one will ever get any closer to
them than you do and they don't even realise it.
While I'm sitting here I imagine that I'm the material and you're me. The
scissors are a scalpel cutting through my skin. And then when I start sewing
it up I can almost feel the needle going through me. I think about you, about
the pain that this is causing me and I try to imagine what you feel, causing
me this pain. But, you don't know so you can't feel bad.
I want to wear this for the movie tomorrow night. You'll see me, you always
do.
You'll make a comment about it but you won't realise it's for you I'm
wearing it. You won't realise the pain I went through and go through every
day I'm here.
Maybe I should tell someone all this. Who knows, it might just get me my
section 8.
I sit here in my tent working om my latest creation. I know it won't help me
get a section 8 but I still carry on making these things. And I still wear them.
And I do it for you and you don't even notice.
I know this is your favourite colour. I asked you but you probably don't
remember.
"would you rather have green bread or blue potatoes?"
You chose the potatoes.
I see you working in OR and I get jealous watching you. I'm not jealous of
you, I'm jealous of the patient lying there. No one will ever get any closer to
them than you do and they don't even realise it.
While I'm sitting here I imagine that I'm the material and you're me. The
scissors are a scalpel cutting through my skin. And then when I start sewing
it up I can almost feel the needle going through me. I think about you, about
the pain that this is causing me and I try to imagine what you feel, causing
me this pain. But, you don't know so you can't feel bad.
I want to wear this for the movie tomorrow night. You'll see me, you always
do.
You'll make a comment about it but you won't realise it's for you I'm
wearing it. You won't realise the pain I went through and go through every
day I'm here.
Maybe I should tell someone all this. Who knows, it might just get me my
section 8.