Writing
April 25, 2026
Happy Weekend
All the sounds stop
at once and
the gray creeps in
from the edges of perception.
Feelings blend into
numb static,
confused reports from
nerve endings
sputter up to muddled brain.
Up comes the stained carpet,
tilting to meet a
slack face.
The thud is heard
by
no one.
Wake up and take another pill,
another pull from
black-labeled bottle.
Onwards, Friday!