Perfect disorder

In weather that chills you to the bone, he takes me to the park. He points out the lake, frozen over and fragile, and he says, “Dive.”Most days, though I often ignore him, he’s at my side, whispering into my ear, his icy claw digging into my shoulder. Plagued by his presence, but at the […]

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Monday, 8th February, 2016

A quick poem I wrote today, trying to express some of the anger and frustration and feeling of being lost that I am currently experiencing. A brief snapshot of me.  I’m Sick I’m sick of living on the borderline the line between “normal” and “diagnosable illness” I’m sick because I’m never bad enough, but never […]

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