#16 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
Wires and tightropes and catches oh my,
my heart can't withstand the pain;
Wires and tightropes and things I despise,
my mind can't withstand the rain.
Of intrusive thoughts, of intrusive acts
my mind will always toward-slip.
And yet, even still, I'm here and around
and never my life I will quit.
Of dangers and horror I know far too much
to cross the waters of Styx
I have too much left, too far to swim,
to let death finally stick.
I love it when your smiles are real. I love it when they're true. I love it when they radiate, like light shines down on you. I loved them then; I love them now; I love them all the same, as long as they are genuine and not damaged and...
I'll be honest with you. I nearly fucking died when that thing landed. It was _way_too close to the house, what with the way in blew the windows into my face just as I turned in the direction of the orange glow. If I hadn't been wearing my glasses,...
"What the hell!?!" _Shit_, I thought, my heart stuttering as I spun around violently, tail smashing through the cabinetry in the bathroom and leaving a large gash in the wall. Slack-jawed, my husband couldn't help but stare at me, at an utter loss...