i run my fingers
down the sadness
seeking seams
to pull it apart
uncertain if
unraveling this
itchy garment will
leave me exposed
or if i will
cease to exist
a puff of apathetic
depressionary smoke
quickly dissipated
back into the aether

lost in the wild
unbound to the wheel
a free floating
assimilation of
emotional vacancies
spinning ever faster
into a grateful
terminal despondency

standing in the cold
shedding the glistening
scales of sorrow
until pink skin sits
in the sallow light
of a hailstorm of razors
i bleed my truth
in the shadow of dream
an unexpected divergence
stitching a new coat
from depressive fibers
piercing my frontal lobe