Some days are all of the
Days you despise
The hours that cramp your stomach
Hold your skull in a vice
A loose paving stone
After a torrential downpour.
Maybe it’s the gravity
The physical pull that creates a circuit
Wires connected to fire connected to light
To brighten the dark road.
And today the whole world just weighs on in
Again
Today is THAT day
One of
THOSE
When it all comes crashing down
Literally
Happily
Repeatedly
Whispering to you in a child-like laugh.
Maybe it is just gravity
A physical pull sparking the decline
Flesh and muscle and heart on fire
Maybe it’s the strategic reintroduction of
The lies
The self denial
Self preservation.
But on the outside there’s nothing
Nothing to see or hear
No breath
No presence or force
Today there is nothing
Left
Of me.
