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but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Hot, dry skin?

Hot, dry skin? Rough
hands?

Rough hands, sliding
up and down your hot,
dry skin? Parched
tongue, hot, flitting
under the ridge of
your white teeth, then
gliding back along
the top of your hot,
parched, pouting bottom
lip?

Eyes wide, pupils dilating?

Prickling heat like a
fever coming on, not
rising from inside but
settling in from all
over your whole skin
at once? Breath coming
in short, ragged gasps,
counterpointing the
birdlike thumps of your
quickening pulse? Involuntary,
soft sighing moans?

The room, slowly spinning
in waltz-time, your vision
narrowing down upon the one
thing left that's grown
to fill your mind?

A sudden overpowering
sensation, taking hold? Fits
of tormented, spasmodic bucking
and thrashing? Loud groans and
yells that sound equal parts
panicked and triumphant?

All that sounds pretty
alarming! You might want
to see a doctor or something.

First, try drinking some water.
Two glasses of water. Some
of that's definitely
dehydration symptoms. At least
half of that sounds like
dehydration to me. Not sure
about the yelling. Drink
a glass or two,
slowly,

and see how you feel.

2 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

((giggles))

blue said...

I think if the skin is dry, you're doing something wrong. Unless you're in the desert, maybe.