the drops that do not fall
erode the skull; groove the brain.
poke holes in the eyes, ellicit migraines.
with no one to unlock these muscles
that squeeze you closed.

the dog-pile of stress,
like missles slowly breaching a dam of another well,
until breaking-point.
crackles of lightning cracking the scalp
and pathing, chaining twitches, down to the feet.

Grounded.
from then to the healing waters you must go. Nature's icy, cold, frigid, soothing,
teary shower cascading, dancing into the hair. Then, steamy hot droplets tingling the spine with prickling pleasure.

one can't sleep during this period of sickness, you can only attempt to survive. the pain's immensity contrived with human will. Paralled, entirely, in its labor.

Pain and relief, from nature's true kiss.
The one you can't have kept, but fleetingly.