Cold Sweat
Thomas Hughes
Face on the carpet
Stomach pain so sharp
It makes me feel like dying now
But I don't have the know-how
To allow any reign of my body's self-control
So I'll count my breaths
Until the halves are whole
Waking up shaking
Break into a cold sweat no matter how hot it gets
This comforter is wet, bereft of ease
Darling, please
I'm physically on my knees
So why don't you tell me where you hid the keys?