Oshadha Perera — Aug 21, 2020

by Oshadha Perera

100°c tears

period one

on a monday

usually the time when people rush late

because r-rated movies handcuffed them

in front of the ticking clock

or because they fell off their bikes

while trying to prove that flying is baby work

but today

the sun is on a business trip to a faraway galaxy

with a generous microwave as acting manager

and clouds are at the doctor with a runny nose

that blows out snot with buy-one-get-one-free fire

still

when our teacher peels off his threadbare jacket

and the marker scrapes the whiteboards

with free time till 10,

everybody is there

glued to their warm chairs

ready to go

skimming through the p e gear

into the field

the field that had grass

turned yellow

brown

black

every molecule of water

sucked out

by a coup of dryers in ‘strangle’ mode

into two teams

quick!

searching for the try line

that has melted into the grass

tossing balls up, down, left, right

with dried hands looking like a draught whipped by heat

legs bleeding every time it touches the grass

the brain reading the blood loss to the power of ten

when the person next to me asks

hey, are you sweating?

i don’t have to look at my skin

to feel boiling liquid puncturing my skin

with sharp tranquilisers

welling my blood vessels

paralysing them

one by one

but it’s not only me

the whole class

walking

crawling

struggling

tongue out

gulping down air

air that has been through

a thousand-degree oven

burning the windpipe

lungs

heart

spiking through every molecule

pulling and pushing

until is bursts

ambulances rushing

to take in fainted teachers, students

but it will be no use

until the bubbling air

decides to stop testing sewing needles

through the tyres

water

drippling

drop

by

drop

evaporates before

it reaches the worn off tongues

that will melt into a liquid

drier than abandoned play sand

lines, please dumped into a twenty-feet deep hole

thousands stumbling

fainting

dropping dead

around a single tap

that looks like a fleck of dust

in a massacred graveyard

trying

and trying

and trying

to reach the water

life

future

in a world

with no undo buttons