This chair is soft.
Squishy. My butt is so sunken into it that I don't...

Three days ago in a fog filled yard there was a...
was a soupy kind of darkness that ebbed away at...

Cradled in heavy, grieving arms,
my head is wrapped in a fog of sorrow...

You are the smoke
billowed in my lungs...

Wade through the
shallows of my head...