It’s so fucking hot here. And by here, I mean “Earth”.
I went for a walk, but it was so hot that day.
My brain–it started to shake. It felt like a witch, with Bugle Chips on her fingers, had reached inside my scalp and rattled my brain.
I began to black out.
I spent the rest of the week hiding in shadowy alcoves. I took cold showers. I held ziploc bags of ice against my skin.
I stayed out of step from rays of sunshine on linoleum floors.
I began to grow afraid of the sun.
I refused hot meals. Drank water too cold for my throat.
I knew if I didn’t stay freezing, my head would explode.
That the sun would finally get what it wanted,
my cold dark heart.
I spent Friday in the Emergency room,
being stuck with an IV that tasted like liquid glass.