::10:16:07::

::: Baby Wax :::

The sun is boiling my blood underneath my skin
Please give me water or the valley of my veins will dry
Where is the ice?
Because my mouth is so dry,
Thank you, for leaving me here defenseless in the tightly sealed car
While the breeze moves outside,
And you spoon your boyfriend,
I cannot drink my own sweat beads because they are too salty and warm
My cry sounds like a drill cutting into a redwood tree,
My heart is begging me to move
 but
My legs are paralyzed and my arms are limp
My eyes are closing as my vision fades into darkness and solitude,
My breath becomes the earth
And the last sound I hear is my ears melting off.

Written by: ~ Violet Monday