A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
Poetry
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I bled like ink through paper Painted over watercolour Every season, same reason Leaving phantoms, pink fusion
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In their first poem for Knee Brace Press, Taylor Kovach writes about self-hatred and passive ideation.
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But like the sun, there is Something elevating About the depression Some perspective above.
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Most people assume that if you only know one language, that language was easy to learn. English and I still battle.
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