trying by Erika Hommel

it hurt so bad
my chest couldn’t wink,

all in all,

please hold your tongue
because of the
moving through the suicidal dials,
& angry, raised, cut tendons
I claim freedom
simply because there wasn’t much
to lean on,
but
                 
                     I see them look
at work,
at the 7-11
at parties,
                                        guilt does it’s job-
 and I want to explain
                                            it was
the cat,
                               the cat

drove me
to the hospital
oh you,

            depression monster,
a long term relationship, we know each other
too well, at least
that’s what the doc had me call him
but
I could over come,
I could-

over

come-