The heat burns sharply.
I douse myself in water
and immerse in you.
YOU ARE READING
her gloom
Poetry"I am you, one day out of five, Tired, empty, hating what I carry But afraid to lay it down, stingy, Angry, doing violence to others By the sheer freight of my gloom, Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit But keeping going mostly out of spite...
Leidenfrost Effect
The heat burns sharply.
I douse myself in water
and immerse in you.
