Thirst

This intense thirst I feel from waking

As I fall into bed from a Martian marathon

Or the crossing of a dried ocean

 

The water comes out white, fizzing

It swirls and clears

It tastes clean once it settles

The panic fades

A new panic begins

The tiny panic of a new day

Preparations for the war must begin

 

I can’t shake off whatever mood I awoke in

My days are decided by epic forgotten trials

And terrible snippets of last night’s episode

Thick air that doesn’t let me run

Salt dropping to the ground as my mouth runs dry

Again

Awake

 

The incredible thirst is back

I’m still in bed

As white becomes clear I remember the new panic

The panic of the new day

And again

The thick air doesn’t let me run