Prose Lord Willing and the Creek Don't Rise

[Hannah Capps]

Picked fingers, mind of despair Desperately inhaling oxygen, fighting dusk. Heavy is the head of depression's crown. Hefty is the life that’s oppressed. Ashes sunbaked, eyelids of tear tracks from the night before

Cavernous views. Aged heart. Broken chest. Strangled weight, cruel clasp

Hands dangle from these sides, guilty of treason. Appointed end by suffocation. Heavy, heady head’s primal cry

Runny eyes, shotgun shell hunch Intensifying sick...Fool me once, shame mine to bear. Disgrace me again; I’m double-duped.

 

[SeventhSea]

Unique as usual

 

[Hannah Capps]

Unique as usual

Thank you.

 

[PtahTek]

I use this saying a lot.
Like ish Allah.
What have you.
Best always,
J

 

[Hannah Capps]

I use this saying a lot.
Like ish Allah.
What have you.
Best always,
J

Thanks

 

[Hannah Capps]

Unique as usual

Thank you