i’ve been living
off vapours
thin breaths
uncomfortable highs
the world glazed
just out of my reach
i’ve been sick-tired
with Decembers’ remembers
i’ve been running
on just fine
sunk below body stores
stuck in mind sinks
a depleted well
with depths to breach
i’ve been tired-sick
of Decembers’ embers
On low ferritin. A virus. Depression. With the backdrop of December, which is often bitter-sweet and marks unconscious milestones.
Yesterday I skinny-dipped in a neighbour’s pool—a first sign of starting to feel better.
Huge gratitude to Kat Scriven, Toni Westaway and Lynette Rink for offering feedback when I was stuck with the second verse, and to Zephne Ladbrook and a few anon others for your heartfelt messages.
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