Poems from Megan Collins
This year...
I have detatched
And let them see
someone other
than me and what
they know of
who I am,
This year...
I let myself fall
I let...
Them, they, the
world, the people,
the faces, them,
together they stand,
I am not with them,
They are not like me
I move farther away
from...
Slipping into a
depression is like
watching yourself
slowly disinigrate
into an outline of
yourself, who you
were vanishes into
a cascate...
In a way she is the same hints of normalcy shine through the absorbent desire to completely reform herself into a being other than herself...
The ropes are not
tied tight enough
The color is not
black enough
The space is
not full enough
I am not empty
enough, I need
to be melted...