Beyond Capacity

Letting it fill to the brim.
It bubbles up and threatens to spill over.
The pressure builds and the only thing keeping it in is the tension of my skin.
Cracks appear and some of it slips through.
Some notice, others don't.
I cover the cracks as fast as they appear like the little boy at the dyke.
As I lay, I feel the leaks' forming as the pressure becomes unbearable.
I can feel it boil beneath my skin until I can't stand it anymore
and the rain water flows freely, flooded me.
As sudden as it started, it's done and the pressure builds once more.


The End

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