The storm

Last night a storm raged outside. Last night I forgot how to apologise. Lightning streaked the sky; electric crackles of the fury I had no valid reason to feel yet I continued to chew the insides of my cheeks and furrow my brow in thunder loud anger. Even when the rains moved on and the … Continue reading The storm

Rigid

My bones feel rigid like I’m living with rigor mortis, depression’s equivalent of arthritis. There’s nothing the doctor can prescribe; sunshine cannot be packaged and nor can your smile so I guess I’ll just wait in my heaviness. This opaque silence where nothing can relieve the nothingness I feel whenever you leave.     © … Continue reading Rigid