Photo Credit: Robert Miller, "And it Once Said," Flickr
Envisage yourself anew, then
cleave to her
like a kitten to milk. Can your therapist bring you nearer than this?
In five years time, I’ll watch as you
pickle depression in Ball jars of your own tears, press
safe twenty-something hopes into a book.
Even I don’t want that.
About the Creator
Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (6)
Damn, I love how this builds up to that ending! So masterful.
Whoaaa, pickled depression! That was so clever! Loved your Acrostic!
Oh if only we knew then what we know now. To witness this, as I am currently doing, is torture.
This just made me sigh, just a big, slightly hopeless sigh.
“Pickled depression!” I absolutely love that entire line. So apt and clever! 😊👏
Ah, Mackenzie, in these few lines you capture all the angst of being and wanting to be, all the longing we feel when we are young. Thought-provoking and beautiful!