Today I found beauty in depression, in the pre-Raphaelite art of tragic characters. It is not my intention to romanticize self-harm, but rather see the beauty that lies even in the darkest of outlooks. I find, for me, that gives my depression value, and me a boost of confidence in the expression. 988 Suicide and…
Daddy's been dead for 20 years. Sometimes I feel I'm still stuck at the age he left me. Eleven years old right after my first period. It's interesting he chose to take his own life right when I entered puberty. Maybe it's coincidence. But from my perspective, he didn't want to meet teen me. Not…
You have such large, sharp, soiled teeth! All the better to eat me with. Keep them unsheathed, bare me underneath if you would be so merciful. I want to let you in, let you rip out my desiccated tongue, scratch my throat and hew your way past my heart. Devour these traitorous cells in…
TW: suicide Mama, Dada: every baby’s first words more than mumbles. Mommy, Daddy: the naïve child sounding sweet to say love and sway pity. Mom, D — no, not Dad. Never Dad. I never reached that stage, for you ran to the edge and crashed headfirst into the silent seats when everyone had emptied out…
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