Holding Space
/...along State Hill Overlook,
leaves and brush at the sides of
the dirt path are crisp and...
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreWriting Gallery
Inside My Skin
/…lives inside my skin.
I don’t know her, but she knows everything.
She urgently insists that I will never be enough,
while she stares at shadows that…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreAn Inner Monologue…
/…going to get sick of this shit—
No one wants to keep reading about her
Sad childhood or the horrors of addiction.
Her words are bothersome…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreAshes To Ashes...
/…my father passed away. I remember the cry I let out when my mother sat me down and told me. We were set to leave that morning for New Hampshire. The night before, I prayed to a…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreDropping Acid With...
/…pictures crawling underneath skin.
I scratch my palms—soothing the aching burn.
I dream of shedding my clouded mind—
Feeling your pulsing heart…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreDepression Ends
/…helpful tips about what I should do;
Eliminate the sadness, and alleviate the rue—
Perhaps if I’d a better brain the blues would stay away:
Remaining distant memory…
By Melissa Lemay
Read More