I crouch in a dark room. Sun closed off. Sky closed off. Curtains, keep all sight away, because my chest is painfully tight and a hole is burning through me for no reason, and it blisters against the thoughts screaming "Why?" But there's really no answer to that. Or an answer too large to hold, … Continue reading Off Kilter
Tag: fighting anxiety
Tell Me How To Fix My Drug
Tell me how to fix my drug. I'll gladly yield my chains to the pill that gives me no high, no pleasant side effect, just the ability to almost almost feel normal. So tell me how to fix my drug. Tell me to take walks in the sunlit muse of evergreens and myrtle trees, and … Continue reading Tell Me How To Fix My Drug
Morning Sickness
Last the days though one night is impossible. Survival through sheer what? Enduring cannot be wasting and withering, and begging for death. Many others have survived. Speak of the night like a fond ghost story, still tingling with horror, because newborns are worth it. Worth it... It's not the worth I fear, nor the lack … Continue reading Morning Sickness
Butterscotch
Butterscotch on the back of my throat. Like thick corn syrup and straight sugar. Swallow down, swish it around, cringe and frown. Butterscotch synonym for sun for the vampire I always thought I was. Swallow down, swish it around, cringe and frown. Butterscotch maple drenched pancakes without the cake heavy in my stomach. Swallow down, … Continue reading Butterscotch
Author T.S. Lowe 