As you wake the warmth dissolves around you
flickers in your chest frozen as the walls solidify
you feel unsettled. your rooms a mess and you don't want to tidy it up
The mornings are slow, moving through molasses, for no reason at all really
There is an ache in your heart and you hate it for that
Anxiety buzzes, tiny flies you can't quite catch the shape of swarm inside you
too quick to catch with your palm or fist
It is a wound in your chest, below the sternum just under the stomach, slightly to the left
It is just sad
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