Degrees of Sadness

Sadness is like humidity It’s like the wet hot Florida heat that fogs your sunglasses and gets trapped in your throat The warmth makes it hard to breath The temperature is palpable And sometimes your heart just hurts Depression can be sticky Like sap on your hands Disrupting every touch So that your fingers cloyingly…

Can you keep a secret?

Can you keep a secret Nice and safe for 15 years Can you keep a nightmare Nice and silent From all the public listening ears Could you bury your feelings In the strings of unasked for IVs? Because maybe you are not a little like me. It would be nice though. Let’s pretend everything is…