Poetry with Anna: Submersion

TW for depression We are submerged, with merely enough of us underwater for our exposed bones to be tormented, but we’re too far below the surface to stop the rising flow. Yet, we flourish to grow above the meniscus, Just for polluted people to cloud the waters into a murky soup only worthy of death.Continue reading “Poetry with Anna: Submersion”

Poem 13

(Originally published for The Bee Boxes) For me,  Conforming to an allistic society feels as if my brain and yours are Diverging parallels, Contrasting wavelengths, Contradicting perspectives.  Like thoughts hanging off branches, Forcefully picked Instead of naturally falling. Coerced to conform  To unspoken standards, And unseen scripts.  With time all the thoughts are taken, withContinue reading “Poem 13”