Each new wave of depression moves like sadness

rainy with tears, wind blowing exhales, and cracks of thunderous internal screaming.

Internal screaming reaping with pulls and scrapes of lengthy hair strings twisting

through a tornado ridden storm.

Each new wave of depression flatlines with numbness

flatlining of loneliness, hollows of blank darkness, and thickening layers of molasses covered with the 

physical body shape seeped locked into the mattress.

Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, and days lead to weeks.

The flatline of the numbness leaving marks of escaped time, zero interaction, and a deep dive of a blank stare. 

Each new wave of depression moves with radiating thoughts

radiating thoughts suffocating you with the film like visuals of recaps, influx of vigorous feelings, and the choking of attempted processing and dissection of the outcome of the situation at large.

These thoughts stuck on repeat leading to the decrease in slow motion of dissipating and drying tears on cold cheeks, the dilation of pupils riddled with red coloring dryness, 

 a mind pulsating slower and slower as the level of exhaustion creeps up to settle in for its turn at the wave of depression.