Today I have a visitor.
She hasn’t visited for a while.
The hours tick by and she gets harder to ignore.
She creeps inside and makes herself comfortable.
I notice her, she catches me off guard.
My chest fills, fills with her bitterness,
She swells to fill the cavity Behind my ribs, it becomes difficult to breathe.
I pace, still there, I distract myself, still lurking.
I don’t like the days she visits.
She doesn’t care that everything is going well.
They don’t get better, only the sleep will bring solice.
My body becomes my conflict.
The sleep will be difficult, she will taunt me until the early hours.
Hopefully I will sleep.
Hopefully she will leave.
At least hopefully for a while.
Signing off with love and lipstick