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Depression/Hippocampus
Depression
It’s like being wrapped up in the covers as a kid.
Confined in a dome of limited oxygen
Crumpling your lungs like a brown paper bag
Until you’re released by your dad’s smile, providing you the miracle of
Breath
Depression keeps you jailed in a pressurized dome
And it wraps its disheveled hands around your throat and
suffocates you
While obstructing your thin line of vision with rotating black and white
Screaming rumors and lies
Stunning your senses
Allowing all to attach strings and make you dance.
He created a cavern in my chest
And snipped out my throbbing heart,
Then pierced it with the tip of an ink pen
And colored it with the word
“Failure,”
While bursting the blood vessels with each stab
The contortionist who vandalized my heart
Then wrung it out,
Dripping alcohol and blood into his mouth,
Blurring out his pain.
Without realizing, he blurred out my suffering.
Now, as a trusted companion,
I twist people’s lives into braids of doubt and isolation,
Allowing me to intoxicate others
with the wine he generously took from me.
Hippocampus
Like a metronome
She swings back and forth
From her desensitized body
To an inaudible wail for help
Further ravaging
Her already mutilated skin,
Just to endure and wistfully watch
Sensation seep out of her thigh
And her body so cumbersome
Like dumbbells
That she plummets
And sinks into her bed
Only proceeding to dwell upon
Her anxiety that cringes
in disdain
For the remainder
Of her already unpleasant day
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