a good relapsing measure
to take control of how much
i need to stop.
how many times a week my stomach feels full of trash and sadness
how many times me eyes flutter with fear
how often i cry when i can't control what surrounds me
how long it takes for us to wake up
it's a forever that's definite;
buried in my blood like good old
sinking stones
and i have images of sinking but
they're nothing like what i've seen before