it came back with a vengeance
bed unmade, bare mattress alive
a pile of cups on the desk
half empty, staring at the ground
swim through filth that bite ankles
clothes becoming an island
bottles upon bottles on the nightstand
a pill, or two, maybe four
they float along the dirt
there’s no motivation, no energy
the mattress will hold me hostage
it won’t relent to choke me with springs
it has been my longest friend after all
my one and lonely
it came back with a vengeance
it let my heart rate slow down
and i only hope it’ll let it stop