To romanticise depression
is to witness the violence of phantom fingers
curling around someone's throat,
and finding yourself fixated
on their unbrushed teeth.
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Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
