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Uninvited: To the Deep
An invitation was not sent, yet the doldrums forced its way in and got its way, noisily without consent. No one heard it, but me– the mind is the loudest silence. It’s like a pirate tied an anchor to my brain and tossed it to sea– deeply drenched in Melancholy. Here I am in this body, rather lost, and feeling grungy. In the deep I dwell a bubbling hell in the deep I dwell with the uninvited. In the deep I dwell, but no one else can tell– I am anchored… Still. x
ART by GRAEME FISHMAN WORDS by JASON WADDLE 94