The Sub-Drop
The ache lives
in the hollow
at the pit
of the stomach
raw and hollow
and filled
with weeping tears
and dripping blood
as the ache
slips to tension
and sadness
slips to despair
and all I need now
is your arms
hold me together
a little longer
Twisting the Leaf 
I’m sorry, baby.
I’m sorry that the drop took you under
I’m sorry that depression is trying to hold you down
I’m here. I’ve got you
Just hold onto me, love
We’ll make it through
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