Heat wave
Blisters form on dry aggravation, and I find myself listening to cries of the voices outside. I see stale humid air attacking our ambitions to remove our community from inside. I stress over the calmness this sheet of heat lays over me… as my tear evaporate before even leaving my eyes.
Hair lay prison in fear of the moisture which holds it dear, paralyzed by the release of my defensive security; concentrated mist travels down mountains and through valleys to plunge upon the world below. I am fickle with glee at how my body responds to heat.
Dehydration spits laughs at me for realizing I’m thirsty, mocks me for being knee deep in 100 degrees, craves shade (through imagination) from a fall coming of days.
Heat wave.
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