The heat

has seeped into the cracks of the room and I am slowly
coming apart. Not at the seams, but rather melting
through the pores, like blood and bile and sometimes
it’s thick like slushy. The sweat mixes and I am
losing my hair and fingernails and the temperature

does not stop rising, though I try. I try.

6/10/2021

PoetryRiley Welch