Slow Sinking Deep

(Things my brain tells me in the middle of the night.)

I’m awake, I am stupid,
I am weak,
I am weak;
Why can’t I will myself to
be content?
Go to sleep?

Blame my brain, blame the chemistry,
the meds —
such a freak;
All is bleak, all is brittle,
slow, enticing,
sinking
deep.

(See my response to these things my brain tells me
in the middle of the night.)

Effexor Kicked my Butt

 
I never even made it to the full dose. The side effects surprised me by showing on day two, and by mid week I was a mess. Too confused and dizzy to drive, unable to work or write, with pupils like an anime character, electric tingles in my scalp, and the worst taste in my mouth. My jaw ached and eyes watered from the weird, uncontrollable yawning. (more…)

White Night (haiku)

Such a gentle name 
for hour after hour, staring
at the mocking dark.

(C)2014 by Rosetti C.
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