Lexus Jacobs
Bio
bachelor's of art in mass communication.
minor in creative writing.
music nerd and steamy young adult fiction lover.
living to create.
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My Emma
Inspired by Bon Iver's song Blood Bank. The room was filled with people in reclining chairs, their arms rubbed with sterilizer and needles prodding into their veins. I watch as the tubes turn from clear to red as it fills up with blood, filtering it into a plasticized polyvinyl chloride bag. Walking around the room everyone had a different reaction to having their blood drawn. Some were sitting perfectly still watching the blood move from arm to tube, as if they have been doing this all their lives, while others were closing their eyes in disgust towards the crimson liquid that was escaping their veins. A few people were squeezing their fist so hard their knuckles were turning white and the tourniquet look as if it might snap. I tug at my hoodie to cover the bandage in the crook of my arm. Some part of me loved the blood bank. Not in a sadistic way that loved the act of voluntary bleeding – it gave me some strange joy to see that every person bled the same shade of red.
By Lexus Jacobs6 years ago in Humans
More Storm Than Girl
Prologue: Mom, I can't do this anymore. It hurts to even get out of bed. When I wake up in the morning I'm angry that I did. I have to force myself to get up. I have to force myself to keep breathing. I have to force myself to pay attention in class and eat and be active. That's not what life is. Life should be something to be excited about, not a forced act. I've been feeling like this for a long time. I've wanted to leave for a long while. I'm just so fucking tired.
By Lexus Jacobs6 years ago in Psyche
