Dehydration

 I drank

very little

water that day

my bones screaming

“go away” to every

passer-by refusing

the journey

Who bruised

and then fell

on my ruddy outlines

scattering the path to

redeem whatever promise was

whispered to me in my dream

that when the world burst

was snatched

I paved a path

in the brail

for a 6th sense

I’m only sure i don’t have

by the lingering mark of its

crawling evanescence 

memory of a breath on the back of my neck