Skin soaked a sickly mixture of sweat and rain,
beading across my forearms like rivulets of honey
dripping down the side of a jar.
I love this poem - it creates a lot of tension, and I love the cut off line - that suddenness of going under. Got here via @sunravelme's curation, and looking forward to reading more of your work!
Appreciate the comment! Hoping to have a bit more time to sit and spin some poems day to day. Cheers!