CN: Intermission, dropping out
This is the day I was supposed to graduate
Instead I lie here and ignore it
That nag
That twisting urge
The lapping
Sorrowful beat
Heavy feeling
Nick drake can’t drown it
My throat is a coil
My stomach dense
The day I left
Freedom tripped ahead
Hollow songs
Echoed down that
Shining corridor
Hopes opiates raging in my blood
Reeling in this new idea
A gift
I was giving to myself
It isn’t so easy now
Watching as my class graduates
While I struggle to lift the covers from my bed
‘You were a fighter’
My mother says
Small luminous thing
Lungs that couldn’t breathe
I still struggle now
I still struggle
By Imogen Wilde
Photo by Hannah Watson
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