.
.
.
My bones are wetSo soggy, so soaked That they cannot absorb another drop of fluid from
They
my
body.
float heavily
so that each step
I
my
under
skin
take
jostles the waterlogged
marrow;
I'm as heavy as a dripping sponge.
My
bones are drenched,
they're
and
I
weighing
me down,
think I'm starting to leak
.
.
My eyes are lead. Too heavy
to smile,
too tired to
try,
they droop, then
fall
from exhaustion,
from too many acid floods.
^H ^2
^ H
They crave cool darkness to
block out images
I
cannot bear to see.
They crave dreams.
My eyes, once brown, are smokey and dullgray,
My
and heavy with lead
.
muscles are cold spaghetti.
After boiling and draining I
.
all
my
strength,
cannot offer anything solid, anything warm,
nothing but slippery, wet mush.
Limp as a and down
leftover noodle, every fiber of
into a hole at the
back of my chest
The storm cascades as every inch of
my
.
muscle slides down
.
in torrents
waterlogged bones
collapses inside of me. I
am
to
too heavy to move,
even
lift
Thoughts
Dreams
my
lead-filled eyes.
hurt.
hurt.
Everything hurts.
My
heart
is
pure pulp.
Laura Rumsey
