The spirits walk through walls

They hover over our anxiety

And they wrap our limbs

Into the most complicated knots

The emotions swell and spiral

As the silence begins to breathe

And the chairs… they squeak

And the beds… they rustle

And the bedsheets… they tangle

And our fists bang on walls

And our guts twist and churn

While the world continues

As if nothing is wrong. Nothing.

While we lie alone detoxing

From the addiction of love

*Inspired by and written for a friend of mine. He fell hard and getting up is even harder.