One of my favorite feelings in the world,
is letting my demons out to play.
Late at night when the world is sound asleep.
Peeling back the layers of my many faces.
How exhausting it is to pretend to be everything that I am not.
I wear baggy clothes to disguise my deteriorating body. My cells rebel against me and rot from the inside out.
It is a slow rot, but then suddenly, all at once.
Like how I woke up on a Wednesday morning with a depression I can’t seem to get rid of.
But it’s Thursday,
and there isn’t a cloud in the sky.
— “Wednesday”, E. Day, 2017