The darkness of depression takes a hold.

Every day I suppress my body to the darkness and I hide beneath her inky veil of comfort. She conceals my despair and holds it unyielding, like a maternal embrace.  My screams are muffled from the alleviate needles of her sedation and my head lays to rest in her compassionate lap.  Her shadowy fingers stroke my hair tenderly as she hums a dark melody into the opaque atmosphere which covers me like a childhood blanket.


Submitted: December 22, 2013

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LongDeadHerald

I love how a short work like this can be so haunting. You said on your profile that you liked the macabre side of things - by personifying the darkness like this you've created quite the chilling entity. It's so caring but cold at the same time. Well done!

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