Depression is not a passing wave.
It does not arrive when your boyfriend breaks it off or when your cat runs into the road at just the wrong time.
She is a hideous monster with a softer side. She will peel away the skin of your chest and nestle herself close to your bosom.
Surely she will be so kind as to sew you back up – all neat and looking brand new.
You’ll breathe a sigh of relief with a “phew!”
Then one morning you’ll wake with a terrible pain, like your chest will explode and your heart has been eaten.
And she’ll tug at your liver and twist up your tongue, jerk at your eyes and tighten each lung.
And when it’s all over, the maiden she’ll sew.
She’ll settle back down and wait for tomorrow.