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Intimate Depression
I lay in the bathtub soaking
wet with water running around my silhouette. Shaking as the washcloth smeared regrets over my skin. The bubbles give my sins a scent. As I vent I leave the shower running so my sobs are the only thing drowning. The constant tapping on my face keeps me awake as I sink into the various stews my mind creates. Weights are lifted with pruning. Peeling of dead skin keeps me from reeling into depression. There is a harmonic progression between the faucet and my face, the scrubbing and my disgrace, the steam and my own embrace. I need this state. The decompression from being bottled up, like a coke, with a smile is worthwhile. It teaches me that the expression of weakness is key in the building of a better me. |
Re: Intimate Depression
I thought this was really well written. You have so much talent. I liked this part the best:
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Re: Intimate Depression
This was really well written! :hug: Thank you for sharing it, it was a very enjoyable read and I hope you're doing alright! <3
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I really liked this and can relate. Thanks for sharing :hug:
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You are so amazing with using description and painting a picture!I love the third stanza.
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This was wonderful :) hugs.
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Re: Intimate Depression
Thank you all :)
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