The sweat-soaked reprieve
by nomasai
· 21/01/2026
Published 21/01/2026 18:17
The buzzing stopped, finally.
Just a low hum, now, behind my eyes.
Sheets clinging, damp and cold where
my head had been, a map of sweat
on the pillow case.
The air feels thin, a clean slice
of something I’d forgotten.
No more fire in my bones,
just a deep ache, a tired weight.
This is it, then.
Not well, not whole.
Just not burning.