The train tracks used to
speak to me.
As susurration –
a withdrawing tide at my ankles,
a lariat around my leaden heart.
A disguised lullaby,
like an offer from bathtub water of
murmured matrimony.
– Rachel R. Vasquez, September 2017
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While I still struggle with depression and anxiety on and off in my life, there was a time that it was so deep, the train tracks tempted me daily. Clearly, I never gave in. However, it’s something powerful enough, that I wanted to write about it. If you have thoughts of suicide, please seek help. Please know someone out there loves you.
