A pinch of bedsheets.
Three cups of too many hours in bed.
A bowl full of darkness.
A handful of unanswered texts
and lots of silence.
Take all these items and fragment moments,
then splash in some depression
and mix over and over again,
until each second drags across your body.
It leaves you curled up and bent out of shape
in a soft mattress, and loneliness is heavy
and can cause you to go flat in ambition.
It says to take your time when you drink sadness,
because if too fast it can bite at your heart
as it settles in your stomach.
But if you sip it too slow,
then it burns in your throat
until you can’t speak and all your thoughts
rest in the graveyard of your tongue.