Oh, Depression, thou fiend
The creature sleeps. Dormant for days, I can hear its rumbling snores, Smell its putrid breath Wafting outward from the rear of its cave. But today it creeps. I didn't hear the change in breathing, Didn't notice the scrape of its claws Or the dragging of its belly across cold shale Until it was upon me and I was too far gone to save. But it leeches itself to me. Teeth into my throat, Forked tongue licking my eyeball to taste my tears, If they dare come, Tail wrapped so my legs barely move to shuffle. Its weight is heavy but no one else feels it. Its shape is grotesque but no one shies away. My eyes are vacant yet people still engage me. Blood trickles from my mouth but no one comes to my aid. Do they bear invisible monsters, too? (C) abc, 10.05.17