When it hits,
the waves of the days submerge her in
the violence of water,
striking like a tsunami
of pain, of memory,
of the brain’s betrayal.
Black moods, sharp impulses,
unshed tears -
as her words collect
like grains of sand
on an endless, cloudy beach.
The undertow of sadness pulls
her down, wild and deep,
as memory fills her
with the awareness of danger.
No horizon line in sight, only depths -
of pills, of talk, of fitful sleep -
no evidence of sunrise.
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