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Today, my mother brought home my antidepressants, I've never been prescribed pills for my emotional state, I've self-medicated for years with magick and self-harm. Today, my mother brought me her diagnosis.
My anxiety haunts me.And no, it's not the usual "under the bed" or "inside the closet" ghostThis is a "inside my heart" ghostA "something is holding me against my bed" ghostA "I can't breathe" ghost
I woke up one morning,And I forgot I was dead.The clock on the wall insisted it was midday,The sun coming through the window seemed to agree.The date on the calendar insisted today was real,