Depression Dishes by Katie Stolte

Depression dishes, depression dishes

I’m waiting for the moment of manic motivation

To move me

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Move me

Move me

Move me

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The pile is building like my stress and frustrations

A curious collection of mold and stains

In that one pot.

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Like a pack rat within the dysfunctional comfort of its midden

I lie in wait

Festering.

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An awful smell wafts from the kitchen

An aroma concocted carefully with my unintentional alchemy

Even the silverfish have left my side.

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Rigor mortis has set in

If you want to see me you’ll have to dig

through the mosaic of dishes my house has become.

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God take this as my salvation

I repent for all my sins

Just not another dish.

About the Author

Katie Rose Stolte is a second-year creative writing student. She loves all types of writing but with a particular love for poetry, songwriting, anything horror/thriller, and short fiction.

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