The Uninvited Guest

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION

My mind, it's often stuck in her thoughts.

Her memories feel like being in a switched-off car with closed windows on a summer afternoon:

I often reminisce about her

Red kisses on my wrist, growing up my arm, dominating me;

No— engulfing me, swallowing me whole.

She often comes uninvited,

Stays here for longer than she is welcome, as long as she likes to,

Bossing around like she's in control

And my body, a mere slave?

I don't know why but she weighs me down.

She's funny that way,

Can't ever stand seeing me happy.

Who I am talking about,

Her name is 'depression',

Intoxicating me in her venomous vapours.

I feel like a dried red rose,

Trapped in some old jar;

Left to decay: forgotten, suffocated

Lying dead inside

All thanks to her.

-Arushi Malhotra

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