I wonder if anyone notices my left hand is bruised...
I didn't go by ambulance, but my feet gracelessly...

~Charlotte
He has a mystic beauty about him...

You ask what depression’s like for me, and I try...
how it comes in a myriad of shapes and shades...

He was hidden behind
olive fingerprints...

I want to tell you my name;
it shouldn't be this hard...

You mock our worry and precautions,
saying life shouldn't be filled with dread...

He discovers pieces
around him, inching their...

My head is fuzzy, bubble-wrapped for safety.
There are no substances in my bloodstream...

I feel myself slipping,
floating off to an unnamed...

The hum of a tractor across the
ditch. I can't see it, only hear it...

I am no longer hunting down a reason to continue...
As our lives progress, we cannot forget that we...

Oh Lord,
I have no taste for life anymore...