Depression – Undusted Corners

Arnika

I claw at the ragged edges of sleep,curled up in a ball on the cast-off loveseatat the end of my bed,while you sleep soundly, legs akimbo,on the mattress. What conversation is there to be had?What rest is there to gain? I loved until my lungs were bruised.I loved until my blood ran clear. I’ve nothingContinue reading “Arnika”

A bleak interlude.

Sometimes when you wake up suffocated with a sadness as dark and oppressive as a demon from your sleep paralysis you go for a walk to try to shake it, at least enough to pretend to function, to answer that text in a cheery way, to smile on that Zoom call with your boss, toContinue reading “A bleak interlude.”