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Depression Likes To Hold You Like Pillows
Grime sits on skin standing
in hair strands extending out
grease enough to apply
to hinges that squeak
with neglect and need
for your hands to squeeze
the nob to open the door
its need a necessity
for days on end and how to
apply water to skin, suds up body
under the constant rainfall
of a monsoon in a summer’s breath
seems simplified but there are times
when taking a shower is the last
thing you want to do.
The act of putting on clothes is heavy
with the saturated scent
of worn until seams become seemly
seeming to stick to
the skin as the mattress
holds your body and imprints
upon you how difficult it is
to get up day after day.
Depression has a hallmark
it has a constant beginning
middle, but no ending.
Rinse, lather, repeat
the needs of a body
conveniently held
by the arms of another
they feel nurturing
until it suffocates
and even then your breath
held by its lead heavy hands
seems like an ending
that might come
unless you fight it.
