I enjoy waiting for the water to boil.
Listening for the hiss as it rumbles within the kettle,
I imagine myself swimming in a pool that is slowly heating up
until it scolds me with the reality of this moment
This moment...
In between this action and the next,
Swimming in the thick-chunky peanut butter that hold time together.
Taking shallower and shallower gasps and gripping the counter top
To stabilize my disintegrating bones.
The lights dim or my eyes close and i feel consciousness wisping out of reach.
But just as my body is about to go limp
the screeching of my water describes its own misfortune
and i am forced to tend to its wounds.
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