Stupefied

This is different than my other writing. It shows the raw emotion I felt after I talked to my boyfriend during a period of chronic depression. Not one of my better pieces. Just saying.

I cried tonight.

Joy and bane combined,
forming a plague of confusion
that flooded the air around us in a thick fog.
Burning hands of smoke clawed my eyes
and attracted reluctant tears from their refuge.

But with a swift gesture, he saved me;
wrapped me in his guardian grip
and caressed me with his voice.

His honey-thick words melted through my wet cheeks,
refueled the deserted carousel
that was still spinning 'round in my head
(even after the children and horses had abandoned it)
and cleansed my mind with amorous warmth.

Tonight, I smiled.