it has been so long
since my fingers fashioned fury
and misery
into poetry.

you see,
my sadness has been gnawing at my skin,
begging
pleading
crying for a way in.
my sorrow has dissolved
into my lungs
like salt
in my wounds.

i have been drowning for so long;
my iron limbs
that once acted as armour
have started to rust
and left me immobile.
so forgive me
if the oil takes a while to work
again.