mental-health
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Patches
If life is such a rare gift, why do I spend so much of it afraid? Pull over andlying there, dead, a vehicle designed to hurry now! Some sugar factory, honeybee, flower mother, servicing. hawks circlea maze in the skyover the landscape, tear-filled eyes. world that made me,flashing in sequence,feet running on pavement. What if… Continue reading
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Necessary
Sweating. Tossing, turning. Sleeping, alarm blaring, smoking. Snot covered, sniffling, screaming. Wiping, aimless shuffling. Searching. Avoid sharp objects. Avoid trees on walk with dog. Stumbling desire. Shifting, sweet. In line, hopeful. “Next!” Stepping forward, “An ice cream cone.” An end to suffering. Tapping screen, pausing– “The machine’s down, sorry.” Laughing. Continue reading
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Rough Cut
I bend down—warm, almost hot water runs down my hands. I close my eyes and before the water can touch my face—I’m in your bed. The bed is made, the TV—the huge TV in the huge room, and I’m on the huge bed, alone. Our entire past, present, and future were sitting with me and… Continue reading
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I think I can, I think I can…
Shadows lurk in broad daylight. I didn’t know how many of them I’d become friends with, unknowingly(?) bringing them along with me to each new house I live in, or new town, or new job, or new relationship. I held their hands and helped them settle in. I’m 28, an age that feels full of… Continue reading
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