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Children Again? pt.4I sat on the couch, head in my hands, staring at my pint sized friends sitting on the floor. They sat looking back at us, an evil glint in all their eyes. I yawned, rubbed my eyes and looked at my fellow fathers at the moment. "If we don't do something soon, they're going to. And it's not going to be pretty."
James and Fred nodded, heads lolled back on he back of the couch. Mick sat in the chair, a book on raising boys open in his lap. He looked up after a moment, a smile on his lined face. I looked back a little confused, then looked at the others. They just shrugged, eyes watching the boys. Nikki and Tommy had their heads together and I knew from past experiences that when they did that it never ended well.
"It says in the book if boys are feeling caged in, take them outside. We do have a giant park right across the bloody street." he suggested. He closed the paperback with a surprisingly loud snap and stood. "I don't know about you three but I need out of here for a while."
Children Again? pt.3I swear I could've screamed for joy when I saw the Plaza through the windshield. I maneuvered my car through two lanes of minimal traffic and pulled up front. Axl and Vince continued to sleep in the back, their heads bumping together every time I drove over a bump. I turned off the car, feeling beyond tired and all I wanted some help taking care of these kids.
An older guy came to the side of the car and opened it for me, smiling brightly under the streetlights. I smiled slightly at him, popping open the trunk. I tossed the bags onto the luggage cart and then frowned. Now I had to wake up the beast children. I looked at the bellhop and handed him a twenty. "Take these up to the President Suite please. Anita Bathe will answer the door. Tell him Slasher arrived."
The bellhop looked at me hesitantly and I knew he was thinking I was joking. Then he just nodded and pushed the cart away. I laughed a little to myself, people were strange sometimes. I closed the trunk with a snap and went to t
Children Again? pt.5The grocery store was surprisingly empty when we arrived to it. The boys had actually behaved themselves on the walk over, even holding hands to cross the busy the New York street. Slash grabbed a carriage and I looked down at the two seemingly peaceful children. Axl reached his puny arms up, demanding to be put up front. I smiled softly, lifting him easily and depositing him into the seat.
"And you can be good and sit here, right Sixx?" Slash asked, scooping Nikki up and scaring the toddler slightly. Nikki cried out in surprise but then laughed, giggling as Slash placed him in the back of the carriage. Axl made a pouty face but I handed him my own top hat to keep him quiet.
"Alright. Apple juice and Cheerio's. Let's go." I laughed, pushing the carriage forward into the rows of foods and staring parents. Scanning the aisle markers, I located the juice fairly easily and search for the specific kind the boys like.
"Right there, right there." Axl cried, pointing to the Motts for Tots. I s
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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