A pot of boiling water overflows, descending
A leather glove over a fence, extending
A hit to the last beam during demolition
I’m dilapidated
My thoughts are strangling me
I’m disintegrated
A leap over a crashing wave is freeing
I’m about to lose trust in myself, I’m failing
The ripples in the water become glass when I hear you
A dam will overflow without warning and crash before you’re rescued
