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
PoetryMy suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This coll...
Chimney Fire
To romanticise depression
is to witness the violence of phantom fingers
curling around someone's throat,
and finding yourself fixated
on their unbrushed teeth.
