spilling

i was up all night
thinking

about the room with the view
and the ugly bedspread

you know the one

closer to the sky
than others
in that thin air
that sucked life
from my soul

and i remembered
aching
crying
tears becoming rivers
incoherent bodies of water
with nowhere to spill

overflowing
swelling
longing for
something
to swallow
them

but no one wanted
to taste
the muddy water
afraid
of
poisoning
hearts
with one sip

so the river
continued on
and the current
quickened
and breath quivered
beneath
in angst
and agony
and in hope for something
that exists only
in the space between
earth and sky