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Meeting Life and Death

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The first time I met Life, we were very, very young. We’ve known each other since we were babies. Life was an interesting girl. She would often make me laugh, like when we first discovered that I had the ability to move my hand and hold things. But, Life would often make me upset, too. She’d make me cry countless times, like when I fell down after my first few steps.

Life stuck with me as we grew up together. She was right beside me every step I took. All throughout elementary and middle school, she was there. Life sometimes was mean to me, though. Sometimes she’d pick on me. Sometimes she punched me. She’d kick me when I was down, she’d pull out my hair, she’d pressure me into doing things I’d later regret, and gosh, Life did so much crap to me. But I put up with it; after all, I couldn’t leave Life; she was my best friend.

The first time I tasted Life was my junior year in high school. Strangely, Life looked a lot like alcohol and my girlfriend, Emily, and she tasted like makeup and lemon juice. I tasted Life at my friend Andrew’s party. He had this huge party where at least half of the entire school showed up. There was lots of drinking, and lots of sex. Emily and I were no different from the rest; we drank a lot of beers and once we were drunk, we had a lot of wild sex, protected of course. Life may have gotten me drunk, but there was no way I was letting Life dumb me down enough to get a high school girl pregnant.

That was the first day I tasted Life.

But that was also the first day I tasted Death.

Death had a much bitter taste. He tasted like cigarette butts and pomegranates. Death grabbed me by the throat the first sip of alcohol I took. The more I drank, the deeper he drove his fist down my throat. Life seemed to take a hold of my eyes while Death churned inside my stomach. Life got deep inside my head when I had sex with Emily, but Death shook me up afterwards.

The next morning I woke up to a massive hangover while Death was sitting on top of my chest. Life sat just out of arms reach sipping on her red wine and laughing with her red lips glistening in the light. From then on, Death kept a hold on me; he never let go of my wrists.

Life seemed so far away from me. She was so close, yet she was so far away. She’d skip next to me, she’d tickle me, she’d flirt with me, and sometimes she’d kiss my cheeks, but she never let me touch her.

Death, on the other hand, he never left my side and he’d never let go. He’d rub his hands all over me, he’d press his fingers hard against my temples, he’d reach his hands inside my stomach, and he’d smear his black lipstick all over my face. He’d never stop touching me.

Life never seemed to let me have her, but Death was all too easy to take.

As I grow older, Life seems to grow farther away from me while Death grows closer. Life is constantly mocking me, while Death calls out to me like an old friend. He empathizes with me, he comforts me; he can’t seem to stand to see me upset. But I’m constantly chasing after Life; how I crave to taste her again! I’ve had chances to taste Death all I want, but I’ve had enough. While Life is busy playing hide-and-go-seek, I’ll be busy searching because no matter how much Death begs me...

...I’m never giving up on Life.
Life is sweet and sour, but Death is bitter sweet.

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FFM! Day 27: Based on the prompt "She tasted like makeup and lemonade" Suggested by RavenXNevermore.

Not really sure what all to say about this, but I like it. It's only slightly inspired by SnaiLords's very popular short comic Fair Stranger: www.deviantart.com/art/Fair-St… and slightly inspired by my friend GingerBookworm985 with a prompt she told me previously about "A chat with death". But yeah, I like this piece. I hope you do too :)
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amazing omg ;-; Danisnotonfire: FEELS