Fluid Feelings

And my mom is laying beside me

Worried about fixing the problem,

but as soon as she walks away,

I tremble.

It's mostly my torso quivering.

Shivering.

Trying to cage my feelings

where they belong:

in my gut.

But fluid feelings still leak

in the form of salt water

stinging my eyes

puffing them up like red balloons

in the summer.

I pull the covers over my head,

because what's coming out of my eyes

is infectious

and contagious.

One set of stinging eyes

is enough.

My heart is more sensitive than my eyes.

And these feelings erode

my eyes,

my brain,

my heart.

Erode.

Erode.

Eroding my heart.