I'm dripping all over the place, from across the hall to the parking lot, illuminated only by dim overhead lights and the pale moon hung above our heads. The distance echoes noises of passing traffic and tree branches whipping back and forth in the wind, car horns blasting and ambulances chasing mortality, all while I'm listening to your breathing. It's a steady pace of in four out four as your lashes slip closed tirelessly trying to sweep away the missing hours of sleep. It's exhausting to stay together, so direly trying not to melt. And it's even harder when you're standing there in the darkness seemingly devouring my thoughts and turning them to putty. I'm malleable and pliant as you strike me like a match. Now I'm on fire and covered head to toe in a feeling I can't quite extinguish.