the heat of the day

drowns my limbs with fatigue

as sand turns into hands

and drags me down to sink

my mouth opens to yell for help

but the desert is the only thing to greet me

i breathe it in and choke

on the heat of the day

theres a disease encasing my brain in lead

so that my body cannot move to leave my bed

the blankets engulf me, swallow me and i let it

for if i said no, would it leave me as well?

the blankets wish to grant me the heat of the day

but that is the very thing that plagues me

i wish for a chill to ice my heart

to numb my pain and let me finally sleep for a night

but instead a drought bleeds my brain dry

as i succumb to asphyxiation

will an oasis come where i can sip from its depths?

or will i instead drown in the sand?

i wish to be a blanket

so that i can wrap you in a warmth

that soothes your heart

and grants you the heat of the day.

but as i hold you in my embrace

you become weighed down as if by space

or is it me who dims your light?

am i the one who ices over your spark?