It’s either a drought or a flood,
held back by no dam, no matter how mighty.
It either parches your throat,
leaving you clawing, the sun burning through skin,
eyes bleed tears, lose more water,
skin blistering everywhere,
cracked earth crying for mercy.
Or it will flow like a mighty river,
which has lost any semblance of control,
fill up your pores, overwhelm your senses,
slowly see your own self lose control.
No escaping the deficiency.
No escaping the excess.


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