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South Carolina
The stagnant, steamy air clings to every memory I have of that nearly perfect place. Muted light and mosquitoes buzzing around my ankles linger in the thoughts. Bending and reaching in all directions, unkempt grass covers the yard. Sun-bleached and skinless, a snake lies on the cracked, flaking concrete surrounding the emerald colored pool. I can’t remember a time where the pool wasn’t that deep emerald color. Rusted metal and moldy wood barely hold together the dilapidated trailer rotting against the chain link fence. Mirrored walls and tiny carousel horses haunt my mind, bringing waves of grief and peace all at once. The newspapers resting on the window seat, holding the pungent scent of cigarette smoke within their inky skin, still lay there in my mind. Washing over me are the earthy smells of rain and soil. The careless way the porch swing creaked and swayed, letting its rhythm drift away in the nighttime air has its place in my memory. That stunning tree towering over the grassy lawn will eternally exist in the images I have of the house.
By Caroline Yarborough8 years ago in Poets
Mania & Memory
I feel like I have a terrible memory ever since I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. The craziest year of my life I only remember bits and pieces of. But for some reason I could still write a whole entire book about that fucking crazy manic traumatizing depressing year. So yeah I do think bipolar effects your memory. I do think mania effects your memory. The outcome of the tragedy is this loss of life and a feeling of stupidity.
By Michelle Krauss8 years ago in Poets
