Erasure of Self
Amy Erasure 001
Like goosebumped skin
erasure sets in

Eyes closed to sun
Energy, none

The me people know,
the warm glow,

cedes to the smear
of what is now here

Go, thou dread curse
Take with you your hearse

Better days will come
If I (     )

© 2014 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Artistic Expressions’ Margaret asked us to write to a sketch. This one I completed at the onset of my last depression. As always, I crawled out, just in time for Riley’s triumphant graduation! Peace, Amy