starters / prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work , not here . feel free to change pronouns / tenses as necessary .
❛ it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong ❜
❛ don’t ask if i’m a ghost ❜
❛ i fled and did not return ❜
❛ i cannot love you , if i love you , i will die ❜
❛ for years i chose death ❜
❛ i belong to my mother’s fear ❜
❛ what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ? ❜
❛ he looks like he will keep you safe ❜
❛ any love i find will be treason ❜
❛ why did you bring me here ? ❜
❛ i count the hornets that escape their mouths ❜
❛ i only ask for your laughter ❜
❛ look at me in the old way in this new light ❜
❛ sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow ❜
❛ it wasn’t the same without you ❜
❛ i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay ❜
❛ it’s all very predictable ❜
❛ how can i love something that isn’t ruined ? ❜
❛ like all agony , there are pleasant moments ❜
❛ i want to be better at lying ❜
❛ i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse ❜
❛ some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat ❜
❛ some spells take years to cast ❜
❛ there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive ❜
❛ i know you’re not supposed to smile back ❜
❛ madness , too , can be cumulative ❜
❛ trying to forget is not the same as leaving ❜
❛ i really should get a sense of humor ❜
❛ i cannot stop him from disappearing ❜
❛ her body was a dress i hung for motivation ❜
❛ you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself ❜
❛ there are countless ways to justify company ❜
❛ you are predictable in your longing ❜
❛ i don’t want to explain a thing ❜
❛ i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have ❜
❛ there are countless ways to open a carcass ❜
❛ all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful ❜
❛ there’s still time to be saved ❜
❛ shut up ; i know the story , or at least the lesson ❜
❛ you wont find it ; you won’t find whatever you’re looking for ❜
❛ i could get away with being clumsy with knives ❜
❛ i want to study the mechanics of leaving ❜
❛ any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough ❜
❛ i see little futures in the distance but none belong ❜
❛ i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew ❜
❛ you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud ❜
❛ in death we belong to everyone ❜
❛ i want to return to my old body ❜
❛ i think the life i want is the life i have , but how can i be sure ? ❜