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Deep in the woods between two mossy mounds there’s a bottle seller. He sits behind his stand, sheltered beneath bending branches that...

Depression I wore you once Like the blue dress my mother made me wore When I was a child Itchy Wanting to take you off But forced to smile and nod And perhaps I’ve worn you since Like when my mother fixed my hem A thread must have caught my skin And you got sewed in Years it rested a minor blemish Between my dermis  shielded me from connection growing a deep pain And when I gave life With a roaring cry A heavy black coat fell Draped over my eyes My mouth My mind  even my hear

Giving birth the hardest thing to do. I don’t want to hear it — “the newborn stage, the teenager phase, the terrible twos or threenager...