desperation crawls under her skin and robs her of worth not one ray of sunshine is left to show her where to go and find the light that night’s bleakest hour hides in that infinite sad while before dawn all she hears are the tacit words that bruise her heart words that break her and leave her nothing but the cruelest spurning of her self and no other choice than to cede her soul to the dark
Tagged: #amwriting, Anselm Kiefer, melancolia, Poem, Sunshine, YA literature
the sternum cracked from the inside alveoli plugged with broken stone sand cement water my brain taut with blood thoughts judgments incoherent rambling pushing to where I can’t go so I stay nameless invisible alone and die
Tagged: #amwriting, Mina Witteman, Revision, San Francisco, Sunshine, YA
My previous post – Dark Musings – turned out to be a tad unsettling for a few readers. Let me take the edge off: it’s about my protagonist. Not about me. Even if I have a penchant for the dark. I do will myself to skate very close to the memories of my time in the abyss that is so euphemistically named depression. I force that upon myself to make sure that the emotions in my new YA novel ring true to the reader. It’s a hard topic that I touch upon in this story and it needs to come from the heart. My heart. I can do that because, as a former hockey goalie, I know how to take a blow. When those memories and life throw me…
a downward current pulls her under sinks her like a grain of salt water bars the sun from warming refracted rays distort and turn her vision blue liquid pressure bursts her eardrums clogs every pore with brine her heart gives out as oxygen is crushed from the alveoli and anoxia destroys her brain if only she would shift her weight in time reach up her arms her course would change but no one told her or she never heard my sunshine how painless it can be to rise again break through the surface fill her lungs with air and reclaim life
Tagged: #amwriting, course, refraction, sun, Sunshine, Victor IV, vision, water
Mina Witteman 