I haven't posted here in forever! Awkwaaaaard... ;) Anyway, here's a haunting short film about disease: mental illness, physical illness, trauma, addiction, and otherwise. Words below.
I always see her first afar
That bride in strangely dress
A misty veil is hers
A face graygone
Feet unshorn, she floats
‘Fore willows that only hide half-so
A witherbone hand gestures
"Come close, no, stay!
I'll come to you
See, I come to you..."
I do as I’m told, so I wait
By dull, offish waters that once held blue in them
Watch now. They give up their color to her
Dry husk feet drag along the waterglass
Ringing in my ears and darkening my pool
I think god no, she’ll come to me
Then she comes to me
And all earthly light, it goes
Way out past the willows
That ever I forget to look past
When comes the time I must
There’s no right in it
Everybody says so
"Just think," they say, "of bluer waters!"
But are they here when comes the graywife?
They aren’t wedded as I am
I did not ask, and I was not asked
And yet I am
Here, she calls
You hear? She calls!
Through same dark willows that once I begged for sweetness
To no end
Save the one
She asks of me as gift