Today is heavy.

My skull feels full,
like an overflowing fish tank.

Akin to water spilling over the glass,
I feel something seep out of my ears, my nose, my mouth;
the substance trickling down my neck to soak my sweater.

I wish to rest my head upon your chest, to
breathe in the comfort of you in hopes it would stop
the war waging between my head and heart.

I know that won’t happen, both the resting and stopping,
but maybe six seconds would ease my affliction.

*This* is hard.

I have no timeline,
but I don’t think the pain is leaving soon.

It will continue to exist, and I
will learn what it feels like to drown.