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My depression slept with a married man
poetry by Brittany Barron
My depression slept with a married man.
Laughed victoriously at the picture.
Him and his wife,
on their night stand. Drank
in my shame
like cherry wine.
That’s what my depression does. It takes
risks. Stands on its tip
toes on the edge
of a cliff. Doesn’t wear
a seatbelt, eats raw
pufferfish, does whatever
it can to get our heart
beating. Because without the risk
our heart lies dormant.
Like cancer, it only
awakens when it tries to end us.
Brittany Barron
Brittany Barron is an MFA candidate studying poetry at the University of Tampa. She is currently published in the You Are Not Your Rape Anthology and Rhythm and Bones Press’s Dark Marrow poetry magazine. In her free time she is an activist, dog mom, and museum lover.
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