girl

this is the story of a girl.

this is the story of depression and anxiety; 
heavy, wet blankets that weigh more with each step- 
the pooling water creates quicksand at her feet- 
this is the story of a girl who drowned.

this is the story of her haunting demons; 
as she grew, they enveloped her- 
forming a second skin to cover her own-
clinging tightly to her shriveled up soul- 
this is the story of a girl who drowned.

this is the story of lingering trauma; 
every time she thought it was gone, it appeared- 
rearing its niggling thoughts and panicked breaths- 
following her like a shadow she couldn’t shake- 
hiding behind every “trigger warning” she saw- 
this is the story of a girl who drowned.

this is the story of desperate silence; 
she opens her mouth to scream and all that comes out is “I’m fine”- 
her unspoken pleas caught behind lips that are paralyzed in a smile- 
her eyes dart back and forth searching for a friendly face to latch onto- 
her chest heaves with the effort of keeping her mask firmly affixed to her face- 
her hands grasp wildly at empty air as her heart sinks- 
this is the story of a girl who drowned.

this is the story of a girl.

© Jillian Murray 2016

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