LUCID by Katie Lois Johnson Some days I don't recognize Myself. Scrawl apologies on mirrors For the blood there. Was I ever really breathing I am all skin and brittle breaking Always folding; always folding. Do not tell me this is home. I am separate. I am separate. I am Figment. This translucence is a Pale moon to the sinking. Touch lips to skin to find the warmth there Sometimes I imagine I exist In the space between my heartbeats The tangible is fleeting Sometimes I imagine I exist Between the marred hues of the sunset This is ending. This is ending. I beg you, Hear my cries through Troubled waters Drowning with each gasp as I am pleading Tell me I am here.
Katie Lois Johnson is currently a student at Agnes Scott College in Decatur, Georgia, and is majoring in Women’s Studies and Religion & Social Justice. Katie lives with major depression, social anxiety, and borderline personality disorder.