chiaroscuro

The dams in my chest are threatening to burst I hate this fluorescent It might as well be cursed No pretty words can relieve the tension I feel Wishing there was something I could do Wishing for reprieve Wishing for a ray of hope and a private way to grieve.

If I melt, would it be so bad? To collapse and ooze In a puddle of limbs and face? In the delirious heat There's something to be said About wanting to de-exist Even if You have never felt more aware Of your own sweltering form Are you being daring? They ask No, I say I'm just very hot And I mean heat-hot I know the sun is our sustainer But today I peer and sneer   Saying "Would it kill you To lift your flaming foot off the gas pedal just a SMIDGEN??!!"