Tell me why I feel this way;
I’m lost in words I cannot say.
Nothing's right and nothing’s wrong
Yet bad it has felt all along.
I’m struggling to lift my head
And even more to leave my bed.
My mind’s a jumbled layer of fog
Containing toxic sheets of smog.
My thoughts— my own worst enemy,
The things the public cannot see.
Descending on my own self-worth,
Allowing me to feel so hurt.
Intimidating my confidence,
I settle now for everything less
Than what I want and what I need...
I spiral down with such a speed.
Increasing as I lose my breath,
I finally have nothing left.
No more to see and less to be,
Depression got the best of me.
-SK
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Smitten Kitten
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Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
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