Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Tag: Depression
Under the Sheets, In My Head
I pull the sheets up to my chin. There are monsters here, but they aren’t out there. No, they reside within. Snapping their powerful jaws and flexing their pointed claws. They dig inside my brain and find all the worst parts of me. “You… Continue Reading “Under the Sheets, In My Head”
Afterthoughts
beneath the jagged waves my face silently slips moonlight accents edge peaks and valleys and I’m no longer fighting it releasing my final breath I’m floating softly in this cold new world sinking down into the vast depths I look above to see the… Continue Reading “Afterthoughts”
Just This Once
I’m digging deep. Trying, hoping to become what I think you want me to be. I’m holding tight. Gasping, desperate to breathe. Daring myself to become more. I’m reaching, stretching begging for your hand. More than just an idea or an artist or a… Continue Reading “Just This Once”
Grief Held
The loss was so profound So deep So all-encompassing that it Seemed For a time As if the tears would Never End “Will I ever stop crying?” I asked the world in general In poured the platitudes The endearments The empty gestures And then… Continue Reading “Grief Held”
Memories in Withdrawal
When they placed him in my arms, he weighed nothing at all I didn’t even know how to hold him The moment I looked into his face, I felt something burst and bloom in my heart Something I had never felt before and never… Continue Reading “Memories in Withdrawal”
Then and Now
your nails, like claws dragging scratching ripping through. my. brain. tearing out every hidden part of me you see all the deepest bits of me digging in, your fingers leave behind furrows and trails bloody bits and me, I stare wide-eyed drool dripping down… Continue Reading “Then and Now”
Knowing Me (astral alignment)
Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be… Continue Reading “Knowing Me (astral alignment)”
Atrophy
tender and rare blue flower the forget-me-not is fading no longer vibrant and bold no longer delicate and precious the vase sits a water-ring along its lip just one in amongst the others your hand lifts them out tosses them away no second glance… Continue Reading “Atrophy”
