Narrative Therapy ♡♱ September 01, 2024
Fervent opening of night, melted amethyst defaming the credibility of my tastebuds, salty metal binding the aftertaste to unswallowed misery; tongue wrapped over its plastic sheath, unsustainable portrayal of self-abandon.
Note: I am striving to comprehend and picture a former partner's depression and self-hatred through intuitive, immediate writing, where her subconscious is bathed in shame, negative self-talk, guilt, and wounds that open, uncleaned by herself or others. My own hands are stained, wrapping myself around her, aiming to alter her misery, which found a stable companion in me; suffocating myself in self-abandonment.