Helpless

Each bit of news is worse
than the last.

Lesion.Frontal lobe.Intubated.Surgery.

deeper
deeper

They say,
once you hit bottom
the only way is up.

bottomless

They say,
what doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger.
or something.

sinking

I hate those words, she says.
What words,
I ask.
All of them.

the sky
falls away

I want to tear
at my eyes
hair
clothes
bash my forehead
on the desk.

slipping

Don’t waste time with
stupid words
asking why
saying sorry
or something.

Sound doesn’t carry
that far

down.