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[mijmeraar.livejournal.com]

I'm really not sure where this came from. I had one or two lines scribbled for a drabble, and then I decided to stretch it out a bit.

Feedback and criticisms more than welcomed.

Title: The Sum of Us.
Author: mijmeraar
Rating: 15+
Warnings: some graphic implications.
Summary: Darker shades of people you thought you knew.

You’re dirt on the mirror, that won’t come off, that is never cleaned away because no-one wants to know. No-one wants to see you.

Radar knew and didn’t speak and Henry died anyway.

Trapper didn’t leave a note because he wasn’t in love.

Klinger wore silk and it felt like blood and it felt like freedom.

Frank wet himself during one of Hawkeye’s jokes, frozen until Hawkeye left in silence.

B.J scrawled words I am dead and Hawkeye scrubbed away the last until his skin broke.

Sometimes Charles prayed for a stutter too; slow words, slow surgery, so long surgeon.

Father Mulcahy held his breath until his eyes rolled and it felt just like playing God.

Potter drank to oblivion, sick in the corner, blaming the doctors for the empty bottle when he came to.

Margeret’s father used to hit her violent and she thanks him for her steely reserve in OR.

Hawkeye dug a hole and lay inside and asked the sky to take him.

They hated each other, small debris in a mass of destruction. They hated themselves, every prickle, and how they would never hurt quite enough.

Comments

[canpin.livejournal.com]

oo wow. i love the last three in particular. this is very dark, but very beautiful

[mijmeraar.livejournal.com]

Thank you! MASH was very beautiful, despite the subject mater, so that was really great to hear, I appreciate it :)