Muscle spasm.
Involuntary.
As orange,
Hot, beautiful, orange,
Makes contact.
Muscle spasm.
As steel,
Thin
Thin
Thin,
Divides cells in a line and red appears.
Time stretches.
Endless.
Always endless.
And you break inside.
How?
Already fragments.
Splinters.
Shards.
Then the drought ends,
But the water isn't for you.
It's for them.
For all of them.
For all the sad.
So much sad.
They don't see it.
It's ever'where.
There.
There.
There.
Always thinking.
Won't go away.
How much?
How long?
How fast?
How many?
But you're too strong,
Too logical.
Can't cause them more sad.
Always sad.
Only sad.
Because they'll never know pain.
Not like this.
