Ice

I feel melted. Thinned to a liquid form. Shapeless, with an invisible outside force holding my existence together. In one place, but barely. For now - temporarily. Til someone cleans up the mess. I feel wet. The uncomfort as such, cold sweat, drenched. Sprung a leak. Start to shrink. Losing sense - and that wasn't so easy to find. Wish I'd turn to ice.