I've not been feeling too well

Heaviness collects in the back

of one's throat

It sinks

down the steep steps,

and

lingers
1, 2
into the diaphragm

Then.

It tunnels into

the section of hell

we hold

In our hearts

lodging itself

permanently.

Blue tack.

But.

It comes out to play

like

some selfish toddler in a sandbox 

resurrecting itself on special occasions.

Sometimes,

all the time

those occasions

are worthwhile.