It hits, oh how it hits
I’m reduced to
Shortened words
And this oil slick on my back
Distracts from
The heaviness inside my lungs

Your face drips sweat
Down on my neck
I’m salty, bothered
My mind has broken
But my body’s stronger

It hits, it hits, it hits
It ain’t water off a duck
And this oil slick on my back
Trickles down my spine with every

Lick, slicked on my crux,
A little death that always comes
Unhinged, the way we binged
Bothered hot, singed ’round the fringes

It hits, it hits, it hits
It ain’t water off a duck
With oil slicked on my back
From this gravity well, with an overfilled pail
Pours heaviness inside my lungs

No words left on my tongue
It ain’t water off a duck
And this oil slick on my back
Trickles down my spine with every –