My Creature D, D for Depression

My creature lives with me, breathes with me, sleeps with me. Most days it’s blue but some days it’s grey and those days everything feels black. It smells like sweat and rotten yogurt. Its hair are coated with dirt and stuck together in an oily tangle. It’s slightly balding from one side but that doesn’t matter because it doesn’t see many people. Its favorite food is my self esteem and happiness, and it prefers to gulp down my energy for desert. I’ve grown quite fond of it, quite comfortable with it. I can’t even remember life before it.

My creature lives with me. I think it’ll die with me.


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