Swan Song for a Depression

i’m taking back the night. and befittingly, it’s halloween.

i’ve been emotionally homeless all day. playing the part well too. anyone who’s talked to me might have noted a slight undertone of feckless desperation and heard the rustling of a bushel of sad kidney stones caught in my throat.

well no more, i say, no more!

i’m shimmying off this coat of flatlining logic, this polar fleece of apathy and disdain for existence.

and everything’s been going wrong. this is a good sign. a very good sign indeed.

5 thoughts on “Swan Song for a Depression

  1. Anonymous says:

    “might have noted a slight undertone of feckless desperation and heard the rustling of a bushel of sad kidney stones caught in my throat.”sounds like i got ripped off

  2. Ron says:

    well, showing a little skin never hurt any oxymoron, allusion, personification, or metaphor that i’ve known…and I don’t think it’s a hyperbole for me to say that i’ve been with enough figures of speech in my time to be an expert on them. some would say i’m a regular don juan of tropology.oh, i missed you by the way.

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