The humidity outside has lifted,
settling in my chest. I cannot
take a deep breath for the grief
circulating around my lungs,
slowly slogging inside my body.
My blood feels thick, sticky in my
veins, wanting to lie still.
How easy it would be to wallow
in this misery, to allow the body
to fade. It doesn’t feel like mine.
Dont worry. I’m ok. Today is the fourth anniversay of my mothers death plus it’s been three days of almost constant exposure to details of the mass shooting. I was feeling overwhelmed and needed to get it out.
Thanks for listening.