A Bright Blue Cotton Dress

Scrolling book; silk screened images on and in plastic

she did not know she was falling apart as her thoughts unraveled and twisted themselves into a tangle of confusion like that of a thousand spools of unwound thread | desperately she cried
out for a savior as she was swallowed by the black sea of depression, unable to grasp the hands that reached out to her | paranoia played her like a puppet depleting her soul of love and
trust leaving only a shell, a hollow void where the stranger that I did not recognize and could not love, came to reside | anxiety was the air in her lungs and the only thing with her as she took her
last breath | like a bright blue cotton dress washed to an empty gray, she slowly faded and disappeared