Disabled&Depressed

Photographer, concert attendee, apparently an adult.

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Disabled and depressed, 34, apparently an adult.

Category: poetry

  • Soft betraying lips pressed to the base of my throat, my hearth— the vulnerable purring underbelly of my Wild heart  Cannot choose Will not Boredom is the death of love 

  • read: you aren’t a priority

    I had the words before they smashed out across the porcelain tile A thousand miles away Who will I be when I wake? Capable and eager Hungering for more of myself? Or stuck in time, in bed  Crippled by body, or mind?

  • There is much to see in this world if only my body would allow it

    My bones are cracked asphalt Winding in unnatural twists and turns  Dead ends Stop lights that scream No more, enough We are tired we are in pain we cannot go further 

  • roots

    Ripping a flower from its bedI swallow the rootsSo that one day I may haveMy own