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Tag: PTSD

as rain ends.

August 31, 2021 Lucy60 Comments

Neurochemical duress, the labor of my body aglows, destitution in mental illness; a fragmented waste of sperm

Posted in Poetry, ProseTagged Creative Writing, dverse, Free-Verse, Hate, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose-Poetry, PTSD, Writing

i hid from you all.

June 25, 2021August 6, 2021 Lucy47 Comments

the perfume asleep, having flowers to cease as i now subsume tragedy beyond the wisp of her lips phantasmagorical stillness yet adorns to me her eyes of stone.

Posted in PoetryTagged Creative Writing, Free-Verse, Literature, Micropoetry, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, PTSD, Writing

new moon

May 27, 2021August 5, 2021 Lucy35 Comments

leaving death of all silhouettes when the new moon born of lured tragedies outstretched to kill itself

Posted in PoetryTagged Creative Writing, Free-Verse, Grief, Literature, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, PTSD, Stream of consciousness, Writing

eyelids.

January 25, 2021August 5, 2021 Lucy54 Comments

eyelids and a lie i stare the way footsteps slip in winters etcetera

Posted in PoetryTagged Creative Writing, dverse, Free-Verse, Grief, Literature, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, PTSD, Writing

one more stone.

January 23, 2021June 19, 2021 Lucy15 Comments

wholly lady i speak eating air beside, the tree whose blood of mine grew upon.

Posted in PoetryTagged Depression, Free-Verse, Hope, Literature, Non-Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Prose-Poetry, PTSD, Writing

In mind.

Featured Lucy62 Comments

and I’ve never known him this man of earth, of war and weedy cypress, lizards and their fluted skins married to the wind; phantom epistles from Vietnam

Posted in ProseTagged dverse, Free verse, Grief, Literature, Poetry, Protest, PTSD, War, Writing

Grandfather. (Prose)

June 17, 2020June 19, 2021 Lucy59 Comments

Sometimes I wonder who you were, what kind of person you were. You were my father’s father. You are dust now. You are in the death of an ocean well.

Posted in ProseTagged Death, Grandfather, Grief, Literature, Poetry, PTSD, Vietnam War, War, Writing

Forgotten (to silence).

May 24, 2020June 19, 2021 Lucy37 Comments

Stare at the ceiling, I am an afterthought, dreams cast forgotten memories in twilight’s tongue rivaling alone

Posted in PoetryTagged Art, Grief, Hope, Literature, Memory, Mental Health, Music, Poetry, PTSD, Writing
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