My depression whispered to me
he said that I am unlovable
The sweet nothings twist and turn
and stick like an incurable earworm
I fight ghosts in the night
they sing lullabies dark and dreary
the kinds that tell me I am unhinged
I am the weighted brick tied to my love’s ankles
as his lungs fill with water in the ocean of my sorrow
Based in Montreal. Featured or forthcoming in Pixie Literary, The Mitre, SeaGlass and t'ART
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