mitsa

my skin's set aflame. can't run cause that'll just make the heat harder to bear. everywhere is heat and hot light. the way the street gets a haze lifting off of it under the summer sun. my bones seem to be the source of the heat. a pain that goes to somewhere in my stomach. can't think straight. can't see straight. my mouth is unbelievably dry, cracking lips can't shout. no glass of water can quench this. my mind races any which way.

the color red, hoping to infect somebody else with this fever. yellow makes it easier for other people to see what i'm thinking. then there's the white unerneath it all. scorching. uncontrollable. it grabs what it can in my mind to feed itself.

sweat drips on my chest. i realize i've been gripping the arm rests too hard.