Let Sweat Flood the Halls

Water builds in the ends of fingers and toes It’s always there first Rising, filling up, inching closer to the heart To the core of dreaded distant thoughts Like a water balloon Expanding, ready at a moments notice to pop. Pouring sickly sweat from each tiny hole that covers the body Gathering at your feet- A puddle A clear cut reflection A reason to drown. Sink deeper, let the sweat erupt from ears and nose From mouth and eyes, sweat drips Create a river and watch the people around you Float, swim, perform a blindfolded butterfly stroke as the room fills up and- And it’s unstoppable. Lakes will etch into the concrete from the sweat that creeps Eyes like hoses that shoot at eye contact Nails that peel back at the pressure as the sweat builds, builds, Never ends God how it never ends Let the sweat flood the halls Of scarred tissue ruined from scratches Of beaten hearts that soak in sweat like a line to the sweetest desire. Let the sweat floods the halls Of veins that penetrate souls touched by no one Of concrete white that’s the same at every turn Let the sweat floods the halls and sit and watch and drown, cease breath, brain shut, heart stop. Let the sweat floods the halls and see how they look in despair In utter confusion as to what is wrong What is wrong? The sweat, the sweat, that drips and gathers and leaves a trail like a well-moisturised snail It doesn’t stop. Never will. Let the sweat flood the halls wherever you go Let yourself float - drowning is not an option. Let yourself swim the surface Let yourself look down and rise above. Rise above the sweat that floods the halls.