Prose and poetry,  Relationships

Away

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I don’t like it when you’re away.

And I don’t just mean

when you’re far from the reach

of my arms.

I don’t like it when the look

in your eyes

is glazed over, blank

staring off into spaces I

can never penetrate.

I don’t like it when I hold

your hand and feel

nothing but your pulse

alerting me to the fact that

yes, you’re there. And alive.

But not really.

Ela is a twentysomething who is constantly getting stuck in self-destructive behavior and bouts of low self-esteem. She struggles with depression and writes to relieve herself of her feelings. Sometimes she even blogs about other things like makeup and positivity. One of her pieces was published in the Inquirer Young Blood in October 2017. She likes cats, dogs, and sometimes even people.

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