The day came with subtlety, creeping through the cracks
of Wednesday Thursday Friday holding its breath
Barely a whisper of warning -
that I refused to heed.
I thought I saw the day before it approached,
anticipated its ache, its meaning, its heaviness
And declared myself unaffected, free of its presence
But it enveloped me, wrapped me up and suffocated me with its
folds of shadows and hazy disconnected-discontented-ness
It took hold of me and I could not
understand what it was pressing down
Until I realized, and then the weight only became heavier
Tried to rinse it off
Rub the dark depression from my skin, sud the shadows from my hair
But I only pushed the day deeper in, and its presence settled into my bones
Like a lead string pulling from joint to joint
I was drowning in the presence of a day, just another day, but
despite this, inescapable, forcing its heavy load through my denying veins
and slowly bringing itself to my surface.
And my stomach sinks with the weight of her presence.
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