Category Archives: On Depression
I walked through the falling leaves and tasted the crisp fog and the maple air I ran my fingers over frost stone over spider rope over field lace and sky I did not miss you. I twisted braids of dough … Continue reading
She is drowning (I said) The water closing over her head over her fingertips She is drowning (I said) but the words were lost in the water She was me (I said) No tags for this post.
They’ll figure out what I’m doing — or, worse yet, that they already have, and now I’m a ticking time bomb of my own making, painstakingly created, impossible to defuse. What happens when I die? Everything I have ever loved … Continue reading
Death by a thousand papercuts, the careless finality of words where gestures would be far more appreciated, even if futile. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be thrown away so easily, unnoticed, without mattering? You’re a … Continue reading