Depression

Once I died
But had lived

Idle I lingered in the wind

Paleness, tepid as the facet
Clanking from an eyelid
Not meant for exoskeleton bod
The wings I skid livid and raw

Blanketed
Caught
I severed each hand
And supple each in a gumbo pot

So to feed
All my godfury veins
Trembling for mead

And quiet
Like a shadow
I still go

Slippery
As the selkie
Yowling lion likeness empty

Towards the horizon
Horned peak
I row

The ocean
Forever bleak

Hankered maw
In tow.

© Copyright A. Marie Kaluza 2015

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