it feels like she’s come too early summer/with her slatternly, gaping smile her too bright yellow view of the day summer/when some of us are broken our spirits crushed when all that is left are mud puddles and empty, hollow eyes.
Tag: depression
Inner turmoil
Time races forward towards June. Soon it will be here, the worst month of each year when my Pied Piper answered a whispered call, he could or would- not turn down… I feel anxiety stretching taut over me head to toe over me like the five tiny kittens I once saw swaddled in plastic and tucked in […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 