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Tales from the Psych Ward - Part 1

"A few Thursdays ago, I tried to kill myself." This is my mental health story. If you would like to learn more, I also made a video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8S4TYpa6qU&feature=youtu.be Thank you for reading.

I Appreciate The Daisies

Sly Spring has come while we were too preoccupied to notice. Who signed off on this season change? It’s not what the doctor ordered. But when gold...


Girls like roadside flowers dewy morning faces smeared and dusty by noon braid their hair into complications ditsy print snaggletooth dungarees and...

Black Night Sonnet

Until you have keened like a bird in a trap rued the spark of your very conception Stoppered your mouth and screamed into fists bloodied from flying...

The Well

I feel like the deep well into which all vessels empty. Each cup that runneth over spills its blackness into me. My soul is a pool of shadows into...