Tag Archives: depression
Terror I Know
The terror I know does not come from gore, not from killers or monsters with bone fingers or the slow, steady gait that will always catch a victim who is running through the woods. It does not come from skeletons … Continue reading
With Your Heavy Fists
Pull the words out from behind my eyes; they’re saltstained and tearfresh. Every time he looks to his right, there is bittenback fury — he’s so tired of hearing the same thing over and and over and over and over … Continue reading
The Holes That Make No Sense
Flick through the inner story of me, my tale, my closed self, where if you lick your finger and drag it over my surface, I will page for you (just don’t walk away in the middle of a chapter; the … Continue reading
Remind Me
Remind me that I am more than this. Remind me, because I am fading. Remind me that I have something in my grasp, and I shouldn’t let go, or I might fall. Remind me that there is something other than … Continue reading
What It’s Like
Something is rising up, a tide of sick that never crests at the throat, never crosses the tongue, is never allowed out. It swells and swells, a gorge that threatens but refuses to be purged. It lifts heavy chains, anxiety, … Continue reading