Heat, curls it's cruel tendrils
around my weakened limbs,
Squeezing every drop,
of hydration from my body.

Time drags pathetically by,
It feels as if
I am 
Luis 
and Clark
traveling their trek
Over,
and over
and over
Again.

Bumbling bodies
make mayhem in the madness.
Humidity,
the overwhelming
unwanted
unexpected
unwarranted 
clingy hug.
Crushing harder
with each breath,
stolen from the air
by those 
who surround me.

The weight of a boulder 
sits firmly on my chest.
I fail to lift it
time and 
time again.

There is but one machine
strong enough
to hoist the force
that burdens me.

Unfortunately,
I must wait 
to be released
from the hotbox
in which I sit.

Staring at screens
Till my eyes blur
Listening till all I hear
is the pounding of my racing heart.
Soon enough,
The monster 
who sits on my chest 
takes me.