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Nightmares

My depression whispered to me

he said that I am unlovable


The sweet nothings twist and turn

and stick like an incurable earworm


I fight ghosts in the night

they sing lullabies dark and dreary

the kinds that tell me I am unhinged


I am the weighted brick tied to my love’s ankles

as his lungs fill with water in the ocean of my sorrow



Based in Montreal. Featured or forthcoming in Pixie Literary, The Mitre, SeaGlass and t'ART

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