Stormy Cannon's Blog

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I say it out loud, but you just do not care.

C settles into the driver's seat with much ease, right arm and palm hovering until grasping the steering wheel of his forest green Ford, Taurus. My right ankle rests against the dashboard as I suddenly allow every sour thought to kiss the highness to my cheek bones, I feel it, I let it envelope me and I whimper only beneath my breath. It is time for your depression medication, my soprano coos beyond my temples, hushing each demon feeding with on my heart's core.

Three tiny, light green capsules scurry around and around like small army ants inside my hand, screeching with their silent mouths of how greatly needed they are to me. I take them, sigh deeply, feeling safer.

But I hate the reliance of it all.