NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Fallen

I cried last night

I guess I already told you

But it’s rare for me

Despite chronic depression

A range of anxieties

Suspected other conditions

Where diagnosis only failed through

Lack of time and effort

So I feel sad, a lot

But I rarely cry

I howl in frustration

Gnashing at the moon

Grinding teeth in rage

At patriarchal nonsense

Tears spitting venom at



Ableist cockwombles

Racist shitbags

Homophobic grease stains

Transphobic hypocrites

But I rarely cry

In sorrow.

Last night, I did;

I cried, I sobbed, I pulled myself into a foetal position and

Hacked out raw, ragged breaths

Just for a while

Just for everything

Just to breathe in the pain.

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