I Melt Down
I do not feel.
I melt down.
And the heat makes me sweat
All over my face and body.
It slowly pools beneath me,
cleansing the toxins and
soaking through the mattress –
before dripping on the slanted floor.
It seeps outside towards the horizon
out the cracked window onto the earth.
Another nighttime implosion;
a penance for reckless dream emoting.
I try to capture and hold them;
show up for the final exam
or work an endless puzzle shift.
But I go nowhere,
just trip up and
fall back into consciousness.
I do not emit
this forcefield -
softly glowing and enigmatic
only for the sake of masking,
it shields from a recessive condition
of external disconnection.
It is regressing.
This is me.
I do not feel like you do.
I melt -
way down.