Sweat


1. 

Sweat began to pour from my eyes.

Is that why? Sweat comes from my knees and forehead too.

In the morning, I break into a sweat at the thought of getting out of bed.

And at the thought of you, sweat keeps flowing.

All my time is spent in this act of sweating and wiping away the sweat.

My thoughts are sweat,
and sweat is my thoughts.

Thinking about wiping away this sweat makes me sweat even more.

Oh sweat,
forgive me, forgive me.



2.

My lovely drops of sweat started talking to me.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

As much as I felt frustrated and sad to hear the question, sweat flooded into my mouth;
I couldn't breathe.

"Hey, you really need to wake up."

This entity of liquid knows nothing about me;
I want to vomit them all from my stomach.

Yet I'm helpless.
I just enjoy floating in the flood of sweat.

The next morning, I woke up swollen.
I couldn't open my eyes.

My skin was dry.

All the sweat I had inside me.

I wanted to use my finger to vomit them all,
but my fingers were all too big to be inside my mouth.

I started to curse.
The kind of curses that can make one desire to commit suicide for sure.

Then I could vomit the sweat all out of my mouth.

It continued for several days.


3.

Not sure how many days after,
I was set free from all my sweat.

I was in front of you looking at your face.

Your eyes,
Your eyes,
Your eyes.

Your lips,
Your lips,
Your lips.

And I started sweating again.