dash
it didn't happen that fast
slow like knives dull cutting hard skin
it took me under
i breathed in like smoke was in my lungs
now
it is slow
water dripping from rusty faucet
fog wrapping coastline
flooded carpets in the entryway
slow in the way of wrinkles and gray
Do you remember what it was like before?
like the first time ice cream sweetened your tongue