“You think you can handle me. But what about the days when anxiety runs my mouth, or the days when depression has held my tongue captive with no chance of release? What about the days when I am a red light in the middle of a highway? What about then, could anyone love me like that? Could you? Would you?”
“rib cage and hip bone divots in the mattress. my very own fossil of depression. when i die archaeologists will learn of a creature that could sleep all day and still be exhausted. they will study a being that had tornados in her mind and lava in her veins. her lips a shore and her words the waves. hurricanes when screaming into a pillowcase. half woman, half pain.”
