Not Forgotten
Not Forgotten copyright 2023 comidacomida Annabeth wandered the abandoned, run-down, derelict restaurant, tears in her eyes as she ran her hand across a dust-covered, rotting booth seat. It had taken her almost fifteen years to get back to...
Poem: Lifemates
#11 of 2021 mental health crisis i have a complex relationship with death... death and i are companions rowing e're forward with sticks; death and i are companions from the my smile to his shining white lips.
When I fall, I will remain whole
I keep hoping that, one day, I'll spring palladial from the bole of a tree. Fully formed, sexless, Conceived without desire or intent. My body will be virginal and clean, My mind fresh, my soul at ease. The tree, behind me, will stand crooked,...
There is too much fire in me
There is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip. If I were to draw that across my flesh, it would all spill out at once. I'd melt, eaten whole by flames, and flow into a pool of molten silver. I would be borne up...
Poem: Horses
#15 of 2021 mental health crisis i had a therapy encounter with horses the other day and got to walk a miniature one around campus. i don't know how to read them though, so they did most of the work!
Poem: Finally Sleeping
#6 of 2021 mental health crisis i don't even know how to describe this one, but it's a cw for suicide for sure. cw: suicidal imagery ---------------------------------------- i never knew what rest meant. i never know i was tired.
Bruise Vision
## I **Geese level:** _Unnerving_ -- **Expect:** _anxiety_ A hundred geese overhead -- A thousand -- A million -- Heady scent of premonition. Acrid tang of ill omens. Portents. Too much meaning In too small a space. * * * ## II **Geese...
Poem: Being Seen
#4 of 2021 mental health crisis a sad poem about my mom refusing to see me as the person i am. not being seen, by others. not being seen, alone. not being seen, forever. not being seen, alone. not being seen, i worry. not being seen, i tear.
A Bear's Needs: Mistake (Part 1 of 7)
I could hardly remember what it felt like to not be lonely. Today was a year since Scott walked out of my life. Easily, this had been the worst year of my life. I'd gone through every stage of grief over and over, only for something new to shock me...
Tomorrow
Clutching your arm, you slam the door behind you. You've been having these attacks for days, making you want to crawl into a small space and just drown out everything outside your own head. Your empty flat offers no more comfort for this pain. You...
Poem: Slippery Crying
#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.
A short poem
I have not experienced this specifically but, something like it, a less dire version of such a thing. I was on the verge, an edge of no return, I wrote this solely to help, because I have been in the same place as both characters in this...