Another overcast morning
Sinking in a bed of wet cement
The alarm's still sounding,
your head is pounding,
what if this feeling's permanent?
Just standing in scalding water
Keep biting your nails until they bleed
"You'll be alright someday,"
someone starts to say.
"A little time is all you need."
a solitary bird in a maple tree
produces an eerie call directed at me:
the sound of a cat (a mocking tune) -
marks the first time I'd ever longed for June
when, despite the stillness and humidity,
loneliness, hopelessness, and lucidity
of my nightmares coming true...
at the very least, I still had you