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my depression is yellow. arsenic venom, bile fuse, rancid and tired. stabbing sun and sidewalk sick. I drive my legs aimlessly. I glare at the expanse of road and the riling cars. it ignites dyspeptic rage. I go inside and stare through the wall until my eyes sting and gloss. salt throat, choleric flush, ulcer glaze. I am a timorous contortionist, blonde stomached and twitchy. sounds around me bite like lemons. other people seem to be a blight of shame. I bubble and glimmer to myself alone in my room. jaundiced soul and conquered will
Emma is a 20-yea-old emerging poet and short fiction writer who has not yet been published.