The harmony of your gentle chaos pulls me in like a siren song
To put to death the curdled notion of my worth.
– Essie Parker Walsh
Tag: rejection sensitive dysphoria
Masquerade.
How easy this darkening sky does bring
A torment old and deep.
Then all those weighted voices ring
Beside my head they do not sleep.
They adorn themselves in these treasured days
And wait in golden song.
Then suddenly and wounding say
That even here I don’t belong.
– Essie Parker Walsh
