There is an ache deep in my back

I cannot seem to reach.

I twist and scratch

Until my nails turn red and crack.

The self guarding dams snap

Open. The floods, the floods

Useless make the map

And overpower my water wheel.

My bellows before were consistent

In their exhales

Now they gasp without beat. Up

And still up climbs the heat.

Wild, wild turn my once warm flames

That which burns was never tame