By Apollo Cross
Wading through thick air like clear smoke on a humid day. Words and lines and images get lost on the path from my head to my gummy mouth. The pain is so absolute, so real, so intense that there are no other truths. Bogged down, weights tied to my stiff limbs, sinking me lower. Concentration like floating lint in a hurricane. Must keep going.
Gabriel Apollo Cross is new to the literary world, making his debut with this poem about the trials and sufferings of an undiagnosed chronic illness that has plagued him for many years. Typically Apollo writes short stories, novels and a pinch of flash fiction but this poem burst from him on a particularly difficult day for his body.