A poem on grieving in isolation. Shrouded Buried Dark - Words eaten by silence Words held back hopeless - Trying - Alone in an empty room Locked from the outside - Water dripping down the walls Fire won’t light - Unshared secrets Die on the last breath - Truth Mortality - Cursed clarity - Denial is a spell That death broke I wrote this poem while thinking of how isolating it was to lose my dad when I was ten years old, when other kids still felt like their families were safe and protected, as I knew that I would never hear his voice again, or hear the kind of stories you don’t tell your ten-year-old.

A poem about barriers to mental health care in the United States. part i death death death death neglect * part ii no insurance no money * part iii duct tape the damage too many bills healing takes dollars * part iv repeat one to three keep going no time to break curses * time heals but we sold all our hours discounted to bosses no other option * if you want to get better in america you better pay