My heart is full
A spring, overflowing
Bottomless
Clear
Leaking
Spilling warmth
Sugared, scalding
I soak inside, my frigid skin thawing
A soft fog, boiling into absence
My mind is full
A puddle, quivering
Grimy
Stagnant
Alluring
Slick with excuses
Sediment, not sentiment
It reflects a face I don’t recognize,
or maybe I never smiled like that
You hover, too close
I crave the absence of touch
Vines curl inside me, whispering comfort
Splitting ribs to sow affection
The poison of exposure
Burns my skin
I erupt
I scream and claw at my blistered skin
Begging the burn to erase me
Racing blindly,
I chase collapse
There
Water
Diving headlong,
I don’t look
The water cradles me
Sharply
It beckoned,
but it was wearing Death’s robes
Hope
never pierced
like this
I fold into silence
Relief?
No.
Rupture.
I mistook surface tension for depth.