monday june eighteenth

its like the pit of my stomach wasn’t low enough.

it decided it needed to sink lower than my feet

and it decided to pull my heart with it

pull my head with it.

dragging while i clench. holding on.

ohh these movements are starting to feel mechanic.

ohh these mechanics are making me want to lay down and close my eyes.

i’m drifting along these heavy days.  and the skies seem to feel the same way i do.

hiding the suns face.

laying the blanket of clouds across everywhere i go.