the sun has called in sick again

by Inksanity

the sun has called in sick
again
the windows wear the same blinds

& I'm still the girl you knew
from the cage
with smokeproof eyes fixated
on the world's cold, cold shoulders.

depression knows where to touch me
& when to be possessive

a swig of Smirnoff & I can feel her laughter
another & another
& the paper will turn yellow
from the disease of my letters.