Torrent

Sometimes, it is cool.

It is pleasant.

But sometimes,

it begins to simmer,

and a simmer becomes a boil.

The steam starts to escape.

Then there is an explosion,

as it pours out of me,

and washes over me.

A mighty violent torrent,

made of heat and pain.

I begin to shake.

And my mind races.

And I fight to get away,

from myself.

But I can’t.

So I wait.

And I watch it wash away.

Until it is cool again.

Until it is pleasant.